Thursday, April 22, 2010
Then wind never stopped. Pulling. Pushing. Howling. Blowing always in a constant reminder of it mobility, clarity and strength. It took away the warmth and moisture. It brought the rain and fed the waves.... caressed us in the afternoon with warm fingers and carried our prayers. She sent the birds to bring us messages from our loved ones elsewhere... warmer and not so buffeted by the blustering element. The wind is a harsh and through teacher extracting our essence and brushing aside our illusion about self.
Posted by Dr. Adhi Moonien Two Owls at 11:14 AM