Wind is what happens when air falls in love with itself. – Webster
Like many bloggers, I am inspired by photo challenges and daily word prompts. This week Frank, of Dutch goes the Photo encouraged us to photograph wind.
Wind? Clearly I have walked this path before, and so I find it is my prerogative to step up to the plate. Before I ever started a blog I wanted to make sure my name generated a feeling and a reflection of who I am. Wind Kisses fit. Today after rereading my first post I realize while my thoughts have emerged, they remain a reflection of how I live life, and how I love life.
Today this is what is on mind.
Strange or not I believe the wind whispers secrets in its own incomprehensible language. It gathers stories, remembers our voices, and carries memories of yesterday.
And isn’t it fun when the wind simply says:“I’ll just set this right here”.
Ever been in love? Like true love, wind can’t be seen, only felt.
And it leaves us gifts to witness it’s omnipotent presence.
Strength? We get that from wind too, when we resist it, collect and decide that any wind is the right wind.
Forget not that the Earth delights to feel your bare feet, and the winds long to dance with your hair. – Gibran.
Wind Kisses, Donna