With this thought….my blog is in motion.
Just living with wind-kissed cheeks, wandering through wind-kissed landscapes, loving the wind-kisses that return, and laughing because sometimes it is when you least expect it.
It happened kind of matter of fact.
” Just blow me a kiss”. We all say it. We all do it, and yet it took on a new meaning for me when a job transferred my daughter to Denver with my grandson in tow. It wasn’t long before we were blowing kisses good-bye at airports, and as modern technology dictates, through FaceTime. I promised him that sometimes I toss a kiss into the wind, so even if he can’t see me the wind will deliver it to his cheek.
That is where it started.
Wind Kisses? Hmmm. Rosy cheeks following a brisk mountain hike, wildflowers that dot the landscape, ocean tides collecting stories of the sandcastles, and autumn leaves dancing at your feet. You know…maybe it is just a moment to notice what wasn’t there before or… maybe it is our turn to plant the seed.
My favorite? The ones that fly through my hair unannounced or the ones my grandson, and now his little sister, toss to the wind and then call to make sure they were delivered.
Be reminded; there is no greater gift then the gift of time.