Wind . . . “the Poem of Creation”

“The morning wind forever blows, the poem of creation is uninterrupted, but few are the ears that hear it.”  Henry David Thoreau, WALDEN Nearly two years ago, Joe and I moved back to a community after nearly 30 years of living in semi-wild places.  I had no misgivings about having people around, although we’d enjoyed [...]

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A Tree Full of Grace

For weeks our home has been surrounded by silence—the silence of deep winter.  Only the whoosh of wind outside our windows, the whisper of sleet and snow, and the strident caw of hungry crows have broken the lifeless hush which set in around late November and continued through the darkest December days—into the new year. But suddenly, last week, the silence [...]

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  Earth dragon waking . . . stretching, yawning, jaws cracking, breathing winds of March.   Margaret Longenecker Been—All rights Reserved

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The voices of wind . . . .

How I love to go to sleep to the voices of wind.  Last night I could have envisioned myself on the Yorkshire moors, with an apparition of Heathcliff floating behind the banging of shutters on an ancient grey stone mansion. Actually last night’s wind climbed inside the slats of (not wood shutters but) the aluminum [...]

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