“Even if just one seed takes root in fertile soil, there is hope. “.
There are many different kinds of seed known and in many cases estranged from our knowing. Life can be so cruel and harsh and appear to not care about us being or not being. So many lashing out or lashing in. Seeds sown from our early beginnings thriving or never seeing the light of day. Sometimes you have to be still , quiet….patient. Listen to the wind which carries the very essence of what animates you and gives you life. There are tiny seeds you can and cannot see in every breath you take. The gut….a highly evolved plant kingdom. We all share the essence of life. You can drink water but without breath there is no life. Remember the trees in your “plans.”
This was just down the street where I lived in Alvarado TX – a church I used to go to a lot! One of dear Yolie, our oak trees children Yolie made many of these as many trees do but only a few, with just right conditions, actually awoke from their hard seed casing. There is much trees and nature teaches about optimum conditions for life. One rose of the many at our house that made me happy back in Texas. “Seed money?” From the walk yesterday. I hope whomever claimed this will do something meaningful with it. I was tempted to take it myself but thought better of it.
Hello there. How are you doing today? I hope you are well. The saga of spooky stuff at night continues. Last night it was a jump scare that startled both Link and I. Whatever is going on doesn’t feel malicious but is strange. Forces either within myself or outside myself are trying to communicate. This stuff was happening when I lived in Texas and has been a part of most of my life. I’ve always been really sensitive to energy in its various forms.
Yesterday in my internet scrollings I found this message from the Anasazi Foundation about the wind. What brought me to years was hearing “messages of the heart can change.”
Listening to this and thinking about my own experiences and thoughts about the purpose of our global winds, I thought about the Holy Spirit:
I can remember times of just wanting to drink in a breeze on a hot day. I can remember as a child playing with the winds…talking to them. I can remember cowering with my little family in the hallway of our house more than once for fear of our lives as powerful winds battered the house. I can remember the different sounds of breath from loved ones. Breath being the way we personally interact with the wind always moving around and through our bodies. Without the oxygen of the wind we cease to exist.
I asked myself why this was on my mind yesterday and the answer was because it’s something else in our shared existence that we have in common. We all bleed and we all must breathe. To me it’s not all about what makes us different in these times but about how we are the same….what we have in common.
These are just a few examples of warnings carried by the wind:
With the way I have come to understand God and this earth is there are many warnings and after they go unheeded, things escalate.
A short walk:
When I saw clouds like this I used to become afraid When wind and weather happens I pray for all those holding down the fort outside like trees, birds, small critters, insects and dogs and cats left outside…the homeless people with no shelter Bands of life giving rain falling down A little comic relief. This little tree got a pinwheel like a child might play with! Made me smile to see this little tree being loved! Part of the family! I had to spend some time admiring the pine trees last night – this is amazing A different pine trees fruit
To be 