For years I’ve avoided the wind, perhaps even feared it. One night a few years back, it blew down an old tree with weakened roots. Then the tree was catapulted across the cul de sac and smashed the window of my almost new Honda. On further examination, it was actually caused by a mini tornado. The tree uprooted, rose in the mix, took out the power line overhead and then headed to the Honda.
My ancient mother and I sat for four days without power. Act of God? likely not but I nevertheless staged an hysterical crying jag and got the VP of the house insurance company to pay for the damage and best of all not cancel my policy. So for years I considered the wind punitive.
Today as I made my way back from the fields, the wind came across the plain of newly harvested grass (ala my sixteen sheep). I put my arms out and gazed at the brilliant sun, letting the force of nature wash me of so many hangers on: the what ifs, the worries, anger, disappointment. It was like a great hose washing me free of those lingering barnacles. Yes, I am free. First round, first layer at least and I bless my friend the wind.