The Wind

Many mornings I start my day in my personal sanctuary, a room designed by me, for me, when I first married my husband.

This morning as I sat I observed the sliver of the moon still high in the eastern sky. The wind was howling. I was struck at that time by the wind. All the different ways we can describe and feel it.



and refreshing.

Harsh, biting, bitter.

Strong. Forceful.




Have you noticed that sometimes, like today, you could hear the wind howling, watch the flags flap widely, yet the trees don’t move.

These are my small stones for the day.


“I can’t change the direction of the wind, but I can adjust my sails to always reach my destination.”

~Jimmy Dean

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