Wind

I spent some time this winter with the wind shearing across the escarpment and through the pass. The place where air condenses into mist and a new balance is received. The place from which change comes. Spring was born in winter, when the great cycles awoke and moved and all life danced in the wind. Wind the great cleanser, the great healer that refreshes our place. It moved through and trimmed the dead or dying tree limbs, or the live ones that had become too heavy to carry. It removes attachments and over-growth. We are reduced to what can be afforded. The wind sweeps in from some other region of the planet cleanses and recharges the stale air. The movement cleared the space for new life and left behind new energy. The pump is primed for becoming.