I love the wind as it blows against my body, my hair, my face and the sound it makes blowing by my ears.
Sometimes I love to just stand in the strong wind, open arms, planted feet and really feel the power of the world all around me.
Stand to face the wind and your face is touched. The resistance of personal strength feels good for awhile,
though eventually I become tired of fighting it.
Stand towards the direction of where the wind is blowing
and you can get blown over....
Unless you trust and walk along with it.
That is when the journey becomes a breeze...
Sunday, October 12, 2008