The Tragedy and Goodness of the Wind

There is a tree that stands alone in a field of wheatgrass. The wind loves to play with it; it dances and drifts and never takes for harm what is meant for good. Many might use the verb "ravaged" the tree or "tossed," but I prefer "played with," because nothing from nature's goodness is meant for our harm.

The wind, this life, it plays with us until we learn to sway with it and let it sweep us under in a gentle tumble. There is no breaking of twigs, only the game of life gently teaching us our lessons in whispers. They were never meant to destroy us.

Today, I sway. There was a day I allowed circumstance to render me lifeless.

But now, this wind, this tragedy, I humbly bow and accept that I am but a student kneeling at my master's feet.

Inhale the wind. Let it do with you what it will. And then exhale...joy, deliverance and purity of mind.