When the wind blows

The wind has stopped.  For the last two days it has whipped the trees around and sent lost plastic bags soaring high into the air. It has caused white knuckle driving on the highways as it buffets the cars and trucks making their way to unknown destinations.  It isn't uncommon for the wind to blow here.  Along with dust it brings the warm chinook temperatures that are so welcome this time of year.  I am always curious about what else the wind will bring my way.

I am a woman of the ocean whose greatest joy is walk the sand and discover what the tide has brought as gifts for the day. Yet I find myself living in foothills of the Canadian Rockies where the wind blows.  I wonder if the wind is like the waves and brings gifts to lay on my doorstep.  Does it bring change to my spirit?  Does it bring  bits of wisdom and knowledge from the other places over which it has traveled to drop in my lap?  Does it call my name as invitation to follow it to new places and new adventures?

I suppose what comes sailing on the wind gusts depends on the day and on my ability to receive what is offered.  Today it brought kind words,  supportive friends and affirmations that the new road I have chosen to travel is worth the journey.  As an added gift it gathered up and took with it a bit a of doubt and uncertainty.

It is always an interesting day when the wind blows.  Interesting too is the silence that comes when the wind moves on and leaves behind a  place to ponder the treasures of its visit.