WINDS

An often time there begins a stirring in the spirit. It is so faint at first that many pass by never even recognizing its light touch on their face. Like a light spring breeze that carries the smell of jasmine so faint, even delicate. But none the less it is there. Whether we feel it, or sense it, or are completely ignorant to its presence. It is there! And it being there does no depend on us. It can’t because we are unreliable when it comes to such things. At times we are so sensitive and other times we are so dull. Yet for those that have an ear, will hear. If we listen… The breeze of heaven is blowing. The wind of the spirit is a wind of change. It moves, that which can be moved. It shakes that which can be shaken.
We don’t like to be moved. We don’t like to be shaken. We don’t like to change. Yet when the wind blows, change is inevitable. Like a curled up child deep asleep under the covers we cling to the warmth of what we know. The wind whispers, “awake, awake”. We stir, yet we cling. The wind speaks, “awake, awake”. We feel the discomfort, yet we cling to our comfort. The wind of the spirit, the wind of change continues to blow, continues to swirl… Building, growing.
STOP… Can you hear it… Can you feel it…

Love ya

PJ