Dancing with the Wind©
As a small child, I remember hearing the phrase, “March comes in like a lion and goes out like a lamb.” But up until I entered the first grade, the month of March always seemed like a lion in our home. It wasn’t the month per se, but the gray, chilly days and the incessant March wind so prevalent in the southern Idaho town in which I grew up. My mother definitely did not like the March winds. I’m pretty sure she had some degree of what today is known as “Seasonal Affective Disorder” (SAD), a type of depression related to changes in seasons that typically occurs at the same time each year. She just called it “the blues.”
When I entered elementary school, it was a little easier for me to cope with her mood swings because I was away from home for several hours during the day. After school, it was only a few more hours before my dad came home from work and the general mood of the house improved a bit. Unfortunately, my mother experienced her SAD symptoms for the remainder of her life.
Fortunately for me, however, I developed a very different relationship with the Wind. As an adult, I cherish that relationship to this day. The following poem commemorates one of my conversations with the Wind. (To listen to this poem while reading, click here).
Dancing with the Wind©
Kindred Spirits, you and I, cut from the selfsame cloth.
Life-long friends, we ran and played as children; I, carefree
as you, the Wind. It was you who taught me how to dance.
Now we have to schedule time to walk together.
In the “busy-ness” of life, we share but moments
here and there in our daily, dizzying rounds.
We bluster and blow; we’re sometimes calm and peaceful,
but always in motion lest we stagnate and die.
Like costumed partners at the Cosmic Ball, we dance,
you, matter dressed up as Spirit, and I, Spirit
masquerading as matter. What latest rumor
shall we share as we glide around the floor?
Have you heard that men have forgotten why they dance?
The same rumor around the world, you say?
How reliable is your source? Have you verified?
Perhaps, then, it is true, but … I’m not so sure.
Perhaps they have been too long at the Ball, dizzy with
the dance of life or drunk on the wine of attachment.
Perhaps they are simply out of step, tripping on their
own shoelaces, struggling to find the rhythm once again.
Perhaps they are lost in the dreams of their own desires
and forgotten they are the dream of the Dreamer.
Perhaps … Perhaps … What wishful longing
those words bring to the hearts and minds of men!
But you, the Wind, can teach them how to dance! You
and I can show the steps, count the rhythm, tap the beat!
The Cosmic Ball will not end until all have danced their
own dance, their souls bedecked in beauty and grace.
Come, dance with me, old friend! The night is young
and the strains of life’s music are sweet and clear.
We, too, must step to the Rhythm of the Cosmic Beat!
We, too, must dance to the song of our hearts’ True Desire!
I wrote “Dancing with the Wind” twenty years before my Dancing with the Energy books were published. I hadn’t thought about it until just now, but wind is just another form of energy on the earth plane. Like all forms of energy, there is much that can be learned from it if we but take the time to listen and then to hear. If you are so inclined, I invite you to focus upon and listen to the Wind. You may be surprised at what you hear and learn.
Have a great month!