I’ve been feeling ill over the last several days. My body has been aching, at times, to the bone and my mobility has been greatly challenged.

As I lay in bed, listening to the sound of the wind roaring past – I could hear its ‘texture’ as a dear friend recently referred. And even though the sound shook the rafters in the house, still there was a sense of softness within it – like most of us, begging for care in its journey.

And in that moment, I grew a deepened affection for it – my fear withdrawing into the spaciousness of an open heart. Isn’t it amazing how easily perception shifts? Particularly when leaning into the familiar…a sound, a scent, a tattered image.

There’s a natural inclination within all of us, to seek the surety of steady ground. Our mistake is believing that our avoidance cures the malady of fear given the prospect of an uncertain tomorrow.

But the road that reveals is never a familiar one.

Ravi Ravindra writes, “we need to become freer and freer of the attachment to our own smallness.” Perhaps, the texture of these winds are here to remind – that we are indeed capable of something fast greater than the physical confines of heart.

In peace, my sweet friends…

Namaste ❣️