Have you taken the time to listen to the wind lately? Not to the sound it makes blowing through the trees and tossing dried leaves along the ground but to the wind itself? Have you listened to its speech; a language made not of words yet if you take time to listen it is loud and clear? If you just listen you can do more than only know what its saying but understand it, feel it with an open heart and there is enough and more to fill you to the brim. Far off wind chimes are carried miles to meet you, stories float this breeze flying toward you still everyday it is ignored. It’s a life of its own not made of flesh and bone there is more to the world than that… and it has a voice. The wind calling out to you is more than the wind; it is the world. Each time you move you pull it along behind you, it flows filling your wake; it ripples, grows and spreads carrying you off for a new listener to hear. Another who has learned to no more merely turn a blind ear.