Lately, the winds of March have been wild, spirited ones. Yet, there is something interesting about the March winds as they howl and move from a slow chill to a rapid fast sweep. We cannot see the winds but we can listen to meteorologists announce their arrival and see neighborhood lawns and streets strewn with debris. We can feel our hair blow in the wind.
In the 19th Century, English poet Christina Rossetti wrote a poem, Who Has Seen the Wind?, that asks a question and responds to it.
Who has seen the wind?Neither I nor you:But when the leaves hang trembling,The wind is passing through.Who has seen the wind?Neither you nor I:But when the trees bow down their heads,The wind is passing by.
With this thought in mind, I honor the rushing winds of March knowing that they are winds of the Spirit of the Dove leading me onward with faith to a new life. I pause, quietly meditate, and continue my walk knowing that I have divine support.