Of The Wind

of the wind. 

wind, easily defined as the movement of air at any speed, its origin explained by uneven heating of the earth by the sun and the earth's rotation. From here the science gets more involved, complex, any in depth examination of its cause and the many systems of its currents is well beyond my understanding. But I know the wind in a very real and natural way, we all do, it's a quality of experience, felt gently on the skin as a cool caress offered on a summer's day, or a sharp winter's gust that cuts through every layer of clothes and chills deeply to the bone. The wind doesn't really blow against us, it's not an outside force that's separate from our involvement, no, it's an event that we belong to, joined to it fully by our own experience and participation. 

we are fully of the wind in every way. 

as I write this, still so early and well before the sun's consideration, there is a breeze in strong whisper to the trees outside my room. I hear the rustle of branches and the few remaining autumn leaves are blown free, joining those that now sweep against the ground to wind's delight. There's a story here, told of the wind and it's far travels to reach this point, of the stoic nature of trees, how they bend to the breeze, branches often lost, and their root deep hold within the earth  It's my story too now, listening, feeling some primordial response within me, a soul's urge to join the breeze, the strong desire of my body to extend itself within the earth, anchored, rooted with the hold of every tree. 

it seems that I'm an even of epic proportions. 

but not really, not in a way that's so easily stated - because mostly, even as a listen to this story of the wind, of trees and earth, mostly, I have vanished in the breeze, each stir of wind against my window carries me away, and their is simply and only a sweep of air, just a caress now, no objects, it's all motion, and the story of the wind and all that it touches comes after, later, as objects reappear....

as I reappear.

writing of the wind, of trees and earth,

and my own participation. 

~

Peace, Eric