I had a thought. At least that's how most posts end up here. This evening's thought came as I began to pray. The thought that came to mind as I began with a silent, unuttered whisper of "Oh God" was that those very words were also somehow also echoing thunderously across the universe.
This led to a thought about Madeline L'Engle's A Wind in the Door where Charles is sick and the mitochondria need to learn a new song. The smallest things suddenly have universal importance; no longer is there a linear increment of value and consequence.
Of course, the mention of wind brings us all back to this screen; an eclectic collection of semi-random thoughts from the girl next door.
The wind may be a gentle breeze across your face on a hot summer's day, the howling gale in the icy grip of winter, the salt drenched gust across your bow or, at times, it may be altogether absent. Still it lingers, blowing deeply to your soul.