12 Monday Jun 2017
I speak into the wind,
but the words come back;
I speak with the wind
and the words sail along,
just waiting for capture,
and I wonder…
Will my message be heard
by those I wish to hear? Or,
will a tree whisk them under its leaves
and keep them as its own? Perhaps,
my words will wave across the ocean,
greeting mariners as it goes?
Or, is it possible that my words
may never leave but
get caught in a whirlwind
and dervishly disappear?
14 Wednesday May 2014
Posted in Animals and Insects, Inspiration, Nature
Ever notice birds perched on a electrical line? Did you happen to notice if they were all facing the same direction? Did you by chance notice if they were facing a particular direction, say due South? Turns out, birds choose to face into the wind while on the wire and often in flight. The compass direction does not matter. Why? They use the wind for added lift when returning to flight. It also smooths rather than ruffles their feathers, creating less drag.
Moral of this story:
Like birds on a wire on a windy day,
facing adversity head on will smooth the way.
Phyllis Moorman 