Wind is the motion of air from one location to another and is regulated predominately by temperature differences.
You can’t of course really see the wind, but you sure can feel it.
You can also readily observe how the wind affects our environment by seeing waves gently swaying wheat fields, leaves flying in the Autumn air and flags frantically flapping in the wild breeze. That’s when you have to hold on to your hat!
Windmills turn, sailing ships glide, and kids brightly colored kites soar high in the bright blue sky. Look there: childhood dreams aloft.
Our mysterious wind is an energy and an ever-changing force. It’s nature’s breath, a push and pull on our world which helps reshape her creation.
It’s her whip which lashes the ocean waves stirring up foam and spray. Wind rustles through the grass and whispers through the leaves of trees.
It roars down the mountain pass and shakes the world below. It slows, calms and rests a while as if deciding which way next to blow Also, dear reader, you can’t really see love.
But you certainly can feel it. Its effect on the minds, hearts and lives of people the world over appears to be nature’s prime moving force.
The absence or loss of love in people’s lives tends to drain their hopes, dreams and purpose leaving only an empty void. But finding love once more can bring back the zest, joy and reason for living.
Love is a life-giving energy, a motivating surge and such a priceless and precious gift.
But surprisingly, the wealth of its possession seems to only increase as you give it away and share it freely with others.
And although we can create love in great abundance, we often keep it bottled up and hidden away under lock and key in sturdy vaults deep inside our hearts.
Also, in this existence of ours, you can’t really see time, but you experience it on a never-ending basis. It is of course the measurement of our very existence in this material universe.
Rings on a tree stump, the twelve pages of last year’s calendar, the wrinkles on my brow and age in my eyes when I look in the mirror; so many recognizable imprints and marks of time.
History books on shelves, memories of days gone by, castles, pyramids and lost cities buried in the desert sands; echoes of our ancient past linger on. And soon to join them will be our fading memories of the year 2023!
Never ending sunrise and sunset as seasons change all too soon. Birthdays multiply and all that is physical is slowly eroded and worn down by time.
We see and experience birth, life and death in our ongoing cycles of seasons. Birth, starting from scratch, being young and alive, growing, learning, producing, maturing, declining, and eventually fading away. Space is another essential element of our physical world that we have difficulty really seeing. Sure, we see objects such as buildings, trees, mountains and such which are so real to us.
But we rarely focus on the distance or space in between those objects and we may well consider it as empty or blank space.
This phenomenon often gives city folk the willies when they visit and travel through the desert. This vast emptiness or absence of streets, concrete, cars and strip malls: it’s a shock to them. But it’s what’s so peaceful, calm and comforting to us who live out here in its welcomed abundance.
You can look north, south, east and west, one horizon to the next and all you see is endless sky, rolling hills of sagebrush and a background of beautiful mountains.
I picture space as the vessel in which our world is held. It’s like the glass bowl holding the goldfish in their water universe.
Meanwhile life goes on out and about in our little town. I see a rancher’s pick up in the distance coasting down a dirt road. It leaves a long plume of dust in its wake stretching way behind: dust in the wind.
I see a couple who are likely retirees driving up the main road in their RV. Their little car is being towed behind as they head on north in search of scenery, fun and adventure. I’m sure they’ll find it too. There’s a whole lot of it out here.
Along comes a mile long freight train rolling out of the desert plain and winding through the hills and trees. It’s here rattling through our space and time for a little while.
Then in just a brief moment it’s gone off again up the line with a clickety clack and choo, choo, choo.
I’m becoming more aware of these basic elements such as wind, love, space and time here in these latter days of mine. They seem to highlight the quality of life in this earthly existence of ours.
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