The winds are living powers. I pay attention when they arise. Where they come from. Where they go. This is the first day of the strong wind. It heralds changes, but not necessarily those we might too easily presume.

To understand a wind, one must travel with it. Bring it inside. Each wind is like a being or a way of being.

Tonight, the first wind of this year and moon is flowing, strongly. There is knowledge in the wind, but not the kind of knowledge that fits into easy language or proclamations.

It’s living knowledge.

The kind we can participate in. It resists description; even this description.

I feel the life in the flowing wind tonight.