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  • Weather drama fills me. Wind stirs my soul. Raw. Intense. No choice but to be in 'That' specific moment in time with life as it unfolds in all its holy-shit-here-and-now glory.

    I can't text my way out of it. I can't check my email or facebook page to escape from it. I can't do anything, but be present, enduring it as it ebbs and flows, kicking sand in my face.

    In a world where escape is so readily available, where the temperature is controlled and physical and emotional discomfort is quickly silenced with a pill, therein lies the paradox of wind.

    Leaning into it as it pushes me around, threatens to pick me up and toss me; disdain makes it whip harder, painfully.
    But when I celebrate this impressive strength, walking into it with awe and respect, I become more grounded with each gusting slap.
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