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?I guess I’ll see.In response to all the incredible wind that we’ve been experiencing, I decided to check out what wind symbolizes in Taoist philosophy…According to the I Ching, the attributes of wind are subtlety, fragmentation, formality, purity, and transitoriness. (The Medium editor does not consider transitoriness to be a real word. Like I care.)The familial correlation to wind is the, ‘eldest daughter.’ I have only one daughter so therefore she is both ‘eldest’ and ‘youngest.’The animal correlation to wind is, ‘cat.’ This I do not understand.The anatomical correlation is, ‘thighs.’ I don’t understand this either.The element correlation is, ‘air.’ Duh! This makes perfect sense.The color correlation is, ‘white.’ Hey, that’s my ‘first’ name’! Makes sense.The season correlation is early summer. Okay that makes perfect sense, too.The direction correlation is ‘southeast.’ Wait a minute! My direction has been stuck for years now on ‘southwest!’ Did my life’s compass just make a profound change?If I travel southeast of where I currently live along my Mars line according to the astrocartographical reading I paid for many years ago I would end up in Louisiana! Yes, the six weeks I once lived in Louisiana were one of the most fantastic times of my life……but that was because of love…Damn. My internal compass is now all fucked up. And it’s all because of the darn wind!Will I lose all my hopes of home-grown tomatoes because of the darn wind? Will everything change because of the unrelenting wind? Will I let the wind change my reality, even though I’m

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in charge of that?Is Mother Nature trying to tell me something? Is there some message in the apartment building roof creaking and groaning from all the near-hurricane force winds? Is my life direction changing?What the heck does the rest of summer have in store?The year 2020 has been radical. Beyond radical. Is it going to be even more radical than it has already been? What the heck has the wind been trying to tell me?As I’ve written before, the trees have a special relationship with the wind. Not only does the wind make trees stronger but they enable trees to dance. Without wind, trees cannot dance.Is the wind trying to get me to dance? Is the wind trying to get me to move? Is the wind trying to get me to change? Whatever it is, the wind is being outrageously unrelenting. It just won’t stop!The other day I went for a walk and I saw tree branches on the street and on the sidewalks and on the lawns everywhere. It was like taking a walk after a hurricane. Do I need to prune some branches? What do I need to let go of? What is keeping me from dancing? Am I a tree or some stick in the mud?All I can figure right now is that our noggins need to be aired out from time to time. When there is no air flowing through our noggins things tend to get stagnant. Wind is important.Luckily, we have holes in our noggin that lets air flow through. After any hurricane there is a time of stillness and peace and quiet when suddenly everything makes sense.I’m looking forward to that.Copyright by <a href="https://readmedium.com/white-feather-archive-index-c95167f7dbaf">White Feather</a>. All Rights Reserved.</article></body>

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Wind

Transitoriness?

What is new in your neighborhood? Is it pandemic related? Is it social upheaval? Is it mental confusion?

In my neighborhood the ongoing story is wind. I am not talking about what passes through one’s anus. I’m talking about Mother Nature’s wrath. For the past 3 to 4 weeks we’ve been inundated with non-stop wind. It’s been like a hurricane that lasts for weeks.

Seriously! I’ve been living here on the Great Plains of Turtle Island for over nine years now and I have never seen the kind of wind we’ve been experiencing lately. Day after day. The wind just does not stop. It’s like someone turned the thermostat to wind and the thermostat is now broken and the wind cannot be stopped. Not even for ten minutes!

In previous posts I have talked about the wind as though it were a passing thing. But it is not passing. It cannot be called a, ‘passing wind.’ It is passing but it does not stop. It just won’t stop! It just keeps passing.

Today I went out to my garden, which consists of six pots on the porch of my apartment building. I was profoundly upset when I saw that my one tomato plant had been blown over. Its stem was broken. I put a stick in the pot and tied the plant to it in order to keep it upright. There were five itty bitty green tomatoes on the plant. Will they recover? Will they grow? Will I eventually be able to plop one of those tomatoes into my mouth?

I guess I’ll see.

In response to all the incredible wind that we’ve been experiencing, I decided to check out what wind symbolizes in Taoist philosophy…

According to the I Ching, the attributes of wind are subtlety, fragmentation, formality, purity, and transitoriness. (The Medium editor does not consider transitoriness to be a real word. Like I care.)

The familial correlation to wind is the, ‘eldest daughter.’ I have only one daughter so therefore she is both ‘eldest’ and ‘youngest.’

The animal correlation to wind is, ‘cat.’ This I do not understand.

The anatomical correlation is, ‘thighs.’ I don’t understand this either.

The element correlation is, ‘air.’ Duh! This makes perfect sense.

The color correlation is, ‘white.’ Hey, that’s my ‘first’ name’! Makes sense.

The season correlation is early summer. Okay that makes perfect sense, too.

The direction correlation is ‘southeast.’ Wait a minute! My direction has been stuck for years now on ‘southwest!’ Did my life’s compass just make a profound change?

If I travel southeast of where I currently live along my Mars line according to the astrocartographical reading I paid for many years ago I would end up in Louisiana! Yes, the six weeks I once lived in Louisiana were one of the most fantastic times of my life…

…but that was because of love…

Damn. My internal compass is now all fucked up. And it’s all because of the darn wind!

Will I lose all my hopes of home-grown tomatoes because of the darn wind? Will everything change because of the unrelenting wind? Will I let the wind change my reality, even though I’m in charge of that?

Is Mother Nature trying to tell me something? Is there some message in the apartment building roof creaking and groaning from all the near-hurricane force winds? Is my life direction changing?

What the heck does the rest of summer have in store?

The year 2020 has been radical. Beyond radical. Is it going to be even more radical than it has already been? What the heck has the wind been trying to tell me?

As I’ve written before, the trees have a special relationship with the wind. Not only does the wind make trees stronger but they enable trees to dance. Without wind, trees cannot dance.

Is the wind trying to get me to dance? Is the wind trying to get me to move? Is the wind trying to get me to change? Whatever it is, the wind is being outrageously unrelenting. It just won’t stop!

The other day I went for a walk and I saw tree branches on the street and on the sidewalks and on the lawns everywhere. It was like taking a walk after a hurricane. Do I need to prune some branches? What do I need to let go of? What is keeping me from dancing? Am I a tree or some stick in the mud?

All I can figure right now is that our noggins need to be aired out from time to time. When there is no air flowing through our noggins things tend to get stagnant. Wind is important.

Luckily, we have holes in our noggin that lets air flow through. After any hurricane there is a time of stillness and peace and quiet when suddenly everything makes sense.

I’m looking forward to that.