The wind is battering us today - reminding me of change and movement. Trees and bushes toss and tremble, and my own being feels stirred. Everywhere I walk, there are signs that nature is in renovation mode. Trees are down, branches lie in streams, rivers flood and recede leaving new deposits; the landscape is changing and so are we.
The wind is a cunning architect. Visible only in her effects, she darts here and there testing the limits of all creation. Not an easy companion perhaps, but we need her just the same.
Am I willing to adjust? Am I willing to be flexible? Am I willing to see beauty in each new design?