I am grateful for the wind. This morning I was awakened by the sound of the strong wind blowing through the trees outside. Lying in bed I became mesmerized by the sound of the gusts, the sound of the palm fronds moving, and how much the wind reminds me of rushing water. The wind itself is invisible but it exists without question. Visually I know it is there because I see the limbs of the tree sway as it passes. I feel it across my face, I hear it as it moves across everything around me, and a freshness of clean air takes over my sense of smell. There is power and strength in the wind. It has direction and determination, a force that can be both gentle and fierce. I seek to be like the wind. Calm, strong, ever-moving, silent itself yet heard through what I am able to touch.

I know this is suppose to be my daily list but I am only writing down this one grateful item today. I am grateful for much but the contemplation brought on by the wind seemed so meaningful. Until tomorrow…