Jane and I were discussing the source and destination of the wind this week, and I thought I would consult the Oracle.
Another collage from the archives. I seem to have an endless supply. And yet I always feel like I can never get anything done.
who breathes this wind?
a wild seed growing roots
from tendriled air—
winter deepens the moonforest path
between after and always,
following ancient secrets into spring
Also linking to earthweal open link weekend.
K. 
We posted at the same time. I’m glad you asked her about the wind. And it’s a good answer. I didn’t ask anything and the poem was difficult to get (what isn’t these days?). Funnily, it didn’t have any wind in it. After the wind, though, the sky breathes blue.
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I love the Redon you used, but I also think, once again, my collage could illustrate your words. Cross currents instead of parallel lines this week.
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It could. It has the whole palette of day and night and twilight in it. I chose the Redon because I like it, and the aura that surrounds it. We definitely had a cross current!
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I feel like the poem follows the trajectory of the orbs is your collage, uplifting, heading towards brighter times! There was a powerful wind across the mountains this morning, but it no longer carried the bitterness of winter.
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Thanks Ingrid. Yes, spring winds have a different feeling to them, even when they are fierce.
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I love this–the opening question and then that last stanza! The art is perfect.
Again, yours, mine, and Jane’s all go together. I had an implied wind, and the blue sky breath that Jane has.
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They do! We are getting closer. It will come.
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This is SO beautiful – especially the moonforest path following ancient secrets into spring. Wow!
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Thanks Sherry. I’m sure you have followed a moonforest path yourself!
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Beautiful – like a wind song itself.
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Thanks Suzanne. The wind has many voices.
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I love the notion of wind as this organic presence, a field of blowing wheat in the sky. – Brendan
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That’s exactly what Jane and I were discussing–its presence. And I like seeing it as a field–that’s just right.
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Lots of mystical tendrils in this from which seeds may sprout…
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We just need to notice them. Thanks Jade.
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You’re very welcome.
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so delightful – I think you churn out more than you realise and your collages must take a lot of work.
I feel wind blows heavy energy away, clearing the air for new things to happen
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Thanks Kate. It does open things up.
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A breath that nourishes as it passes, the wind weaves its way through the seasons.
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Thanks Ken. It does, taking on different forms for each.
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