Every evening I rollerblade by the sea while the sun sets next to and around me and the wind blows in my face. I blade as if I’m flying. Ever since I was a child I’ve had a love affair with the wind. It stirs my passions and reminds me that I’m free. It lifts me to a place outside of myself where I feel God instantly and effortlessly and life and my humanness and my otherliness become clear for a few brief shining moments.
In Charleston, after Hurricane Hugo, I heard that when a natural disaster fells a multitude of trees, the winds increase for a period of years because their massaging affect on young saplings encourages them to grow. I too grow in the wind and so can you.