Ever notice how the wind can make the day? It comes from many directions, blowing with it an atmosphere and climate that make or break what happens that day. It may be warm, it may chill you to the bone.
Winds seem to move through my life. Some are moods, some are directions the Lord is taking me in, some are inspirations some are funky swings. The winds blow and they change. Especially the eccentric over thinker like me. Sometimes I feel like just riding on them and going with the flow.
I have a feeling you all may be going "huh?" right now. Oh, well, maybe this is not your wind but mine.
Two winds have been blowing in my life this week. You may have noticed I changed my photo to a potter picture. The reason for that is the deep imagery of what it means to me. I want to learn more about what it means to be clay in the hands of the potter. To be supple (humble), still, moldable, and remembering I am mere clay. So, when I saw that pottery being made, I saw myself. It is there to remind me of that every time I come here to write or go to others to post comment.
The other wind is far less spiritual. I have been on a Johnny Cash kick. The kids and I have been listening to it a lot while doing chores and stuff. It reminds me of my dad because he liked this style of music and even played the guitar and banjo. I find myself longing for a simple life more and more. Warm evenings with ice tea on the porch or contentment in wearin' my apron and puttering in the kitchen. The simple joy of good friends, playing kidlets, and everyday chatter. Perhaps the over thinker in me is longing for a vacation. If gas was not so expensive I'd hop in the car and get lost on some far country road.