Home mid-morning with hot coffee and a quiet house, I'm enjoying hearing the wind outside. Our big-tooth maple is dropping leaves, pods, twigs, branches ... so far no major limbs, thankfully. It brushes against the roof and conceals a dozen squirrels and houses families of mockingbirds. The tree and the wind join forces to provide pocket money for my son, on whom lands the task of cleaning tree droppings from the gutters and decks.
I love the wind. The clouds are full of character today, and the wind animates them and scuttles them across the sky for an ever-changing natural movie. I can feel the season beginning to change, as summer's heat and dryness are swept away by the slightly moist air. Autumn will be here before we know it. Pumpkins. Apples. Fuzzy throws on the sofa. Shorter days and warmer meals. Sweaters and knit caps and slippers.
So much imagery around wind -- it blows our wishes to the universe, steals our balloons and kites and flies them to some secret land, carries with it change and growth and wisdom. It is the breath of life as well as the force of death, a blessing and a curse, mundane and magical. The cool moisture it brings today may help control the massive wildfires. Or it may just fan them further. We have no control over the wind, any more than we have any control over most things in life. We can work with it or against it.
Here's hoping the wind lifts your wings and lets you fly, that it carries your dreams to places where dreams come true, and that its power fuels your passion to make the world a better place. I'm counting on it.