Opus 2025-536: Blowing in the Wind

As I was sitting this morning in the dark on my porch, rejoicing in the presence of God in his magnificent creation, I noticed something I hadn’t heard in a long time, the approach of the wind.  If you live in the city you may have never actually heard this.  It’s often covered up even by such a quiet sound as a well muffled car driving on a road half a mile away.  It’s the rustling of leaves over a wide front as the air moves majestically through a forest covering.  It is a distinctive sound.  It’s a benevolent sound that embraces us in a sense of rightness in the world.

The place that stands out in my mind before this was a camp site we had in the high Sierras of California.  We had a small half acre lot in the middle of an old homestead that had been developed into half acre lots. We could be up there surrounded by the national forest on 160 acres with only a handful of people sharing that spot with us at the time.  I would take my guitar and a chair and go up where I could look out over the meadow and just sit sometimes and listen.  You could hear the wind approaching through the forest from mountains away.  I could just sit and listen to that for a long time.

The only other place that I can remember experiencing this was on the beach in Hawaii.  We used to own a condo there and in our best year we spent six weeks.  Usually it was only two weeks, but I had a habit of getting up, without an alarm, around 4 o’clock in the morning, making a big jug of coffee and waddling down to the shore where I sat in my folding chair with my guitar, my coffee and my Bible until the sun came up and the flies started biting.  It was also quiet.  There, I could hear the waves gently breaking on the shore and the wind blowing through the palm trees.

It’s good to have a moment in Texas that takes me back and reminds me of the history of blessings that I’ve had in my life. I hope the creator is reaching out to you today.

homo unius libri