watching the winds...

I once received two brief emails, from my mother. Back to back. The first informed me a hurricane shared my name. The second told of a dream she’d had, in which my great grandfather told her I must “watch the winds.”

It was all quite cryptic.  

As it turns out, a few months later my life began to move in a hundred different ways I never anticipated… 

I think about this as I watch the tips of the towering Ponderosa pine that anchors our back yard, sway in the summer wind…

I wonder all the places this particular wind has been, where it will go next, what it has brought to me here, what it will carry along to the next place... 

...watching the winds for secrets and directions as life continues to move...

always in motion, 

fia

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