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Wind
The wind is blowing wildly this morning at Dillon Beach, tossing the tree branches about and chasing away the fog.
There is something about intense wind that I find mildly irritating. I want it to stop already, to calm down now and relax. I find myself wanting to get OUT of it, AWAY from it. I get a little bugged by the relentlessness of wind. ..blowing dust or sand in my eyes, messing up my hair and creating a general sense of chaos and unrest.
Now what is THAT about, I wonder. I mean wind is just . . ..wind. It does it‘s wind thing with no mind to me (or much of anything else for that matter).
I can‘t help but laugh a little. I‘ve spent most of a career learning about and teaching about embracing chaos and yet one on my circle still wants to manage the wind. I find that simultaneously endearing and absurd.
It‘s a great metaphor for the persistent pull to the illusion that I/we are in control. It‘s always there, that illusion, just to the side of things. Sometimes I‘m bopping along in life and discover that it has taken over again and once again, I must formally fire myself from the illusion that I am the manager of the universe.
I write this post with good humor and compassion for myself and for us all. It is such a wild ride, this journey toward consciousness as a human being. It‘s sort of like. . .well, it‘s sort of like the WIND, isn‘t it?
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mikhalchik
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Peter
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Melissa Cooley
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