They say there are two ways to fell the wind: one, by way of being still and the other, by way of moving through.

I think we can all relate to this essence of being and doing. In our being, there is a sublime stillness – an all-pervasive sense of knowing that everything is connected.

And, within our doing we are reminded of the wind’s need to envelop spirit – to understand and know all that exists within us.

In the distance we watch as the leaves fall in twisted patterns from the limbs – with movements ‘much like those of a butterfly in flight.’

Effortlessly coexisting, and so seamlessly intertwined. In hopes that we might realize the balance, between the winds need to playfully tousle our hair, and ours…to appreciate the depth of its caring.

The wind has its reasons, my darlings – and ours is not to question why.

But rather, to surrender our hope to its will – and in doing so, remember our purpose for being alive.