The wind is blowing outside and I see snow on the hills of Mt. Hamilton, CA. I have taken a picture and will upload this one after having dinner tonite with my parental units, whose 38th wedding anniversary marks another year of my existence on this earth plane.
My blogs, like myself, exist to share what wisdom and knowledge I may have acquired along the way. There seems to be chasing of the wind in all this futile effort of blogging and I’m left wondering if hanging to every thought, word, action and deed would make sense to those who seek to define their realities through mine as I struggle to define my realities through my readers.
Sharing information is useful as a tool for coaching one’s path in life. These blogs have paved a way for me to show how limited the words I could use to describe exactly what could possibly happen in moment in time. Silence may be an option to exercise. (And I don’t mean selling my company stock options which is currently worth three times its value now).
The wind continues to blow outside and is heard through the rustling of leave on ground and in trees; through the howling of the vinyl windows and through my ear holes and it passes the locks of raven black hair past my shoulder blades. I put my hair up in a scrunchy hair band of dark blue to match it darkness as it cascades around and downward like waterfall mists spraying its tendrils into the moonlight of an island beyond.
Wind is really noiseless and doesn’t have voice. I try and listen to what the wind says, “Hush.” This is what I hear. There is nothing but my own heart beating and being in perfect tune to the love frequency of the universe. I look through me, with me and become only the truth in me. I meditate everyday of myself and these fall on deaf ears. Silence is golden.
Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.
Original publication:
- Friday March 10, 2006 – 01:18pm (PST)
- http://blog.360.yahoo.com/blog-dMLYEJo3fqqaTf8Pi2_DBUz8?p=87
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