Wilder than a wild thing thats really really wild!

leafonthewindThe wind is whipping up a storm here in Upper Denby ~ we are high on the top of the valleys nearby to the peaks so the weather is amplified which is v cool and sometimes cold 😉  The windy thread has led me to lots of delicious learnings I wanted to share with you… Its wonderful how when we follow whatever is showing up in each now moment the universe guides us in the perfect way 🙂

I nearly ended up in OZ on my walk this morning ~ you know its wilder than a wild thing thats really really wild when you look up and the birds are flying backwards!!  lol

& the noise I heard whilst making this video was our tree falling down in our back garden!  grateful we will have some firewood from it and the tree needed to be cut anyway so its all good 🙂

& here’s some more about the symbolism of wind which I posted on my facebook this morning ~


The wind is air in its active and violent aspects. It represents the spirit, the vital breath of the universe. J.C. Cooper points out that wind represents the power of spirit in sustaining life and holding it together. Hence the symbolic association of wind with cords, ropes and threads. As stated in the Upanishads, “The rope of the wind…The thread is the same as the wind.”

It is also the intangible, the transient, the insubstantial and the elusive. Winds serve as messengers of the gods and can indicate the presence of divinity. Cirlot notes that it is held to be the primary Element (of the four elements earth, air, water and fire) by virtue of its connection with the creative breath of exhalation. Jung in Symbols of Transformation points out that in Arabic (and paralleled by the Hebrew) the word ruh signifies both “breath” and “spirit.”

The winds, notes Cirlot, were numbered and brought into correspondence with the cardinal points of the Zodiac, so as to bring out their cosmic significance. Fernado Oritz in El Huracan talks about the view of the wind in ancient Egypt and Greece. In these countries, the wind was reckoned to possess certain evil powers. For the Greeks, though, this menancing implication, which they associated with Typhon, was reversed the moment when the fleet of Xerxes was destroyed by a tempest.

Wind has possessed a transcendental aspect in American cultural history. This transcental nature has found an interesting juxtaposition against a hard, material culture. Winds were prevalent in the early prairies of the early American west and songs such as “They Call The Wind Miriah” were about this dominating wind. The title of America’s most popular novel is Gone With The Wind. One of the most famous songs of the 60s was Bob Dylan’s “Blowing In the Wind.” The “answers my friend,” Dylan sang, “are blowing in the wind.”

In American popular mythology the word wind suggests the collective consciousness of the culture, moving invisible but moving so that you can feel it. No one is sure where it comes from, where it is going, what it brings, how to control it. John Lennon in the famous Playboy interview with David Sheff when asked the question what moved the Beatles says:

“Whatever wind was blowing at the time moved the Beatles…I’m not saying we weren’t flags on the top of a ship; but the whole boat was moving. Maybe the Beatle’s were in the crow’s nest, shouting, ‘Land ho,’ or something like that, but we were all in the same damn boat.”

But this wind is not always invisible or benign as John Steinbeck demonstrates in The Grapes of Wrath.

During the opening passages of The Grapes of Wrath, we are given some of the most powerful passages about wind in modern literature. It is a relentless wind that moves over the earth creating a dust which hides the sun of the day and even the stars of the night. The dust which is made alive by the wind cannot be avoided and seems to have a life of its own. There seems no way to avoid it, even inside:

“Houses were shut tight, and cloth wedged around doors and windows, but the dust came in so thinly that it could not be seen in the air, and it settled like pollen on the chairs and tables, on the dishes. The people brushed it from their shoulders. Little lines of dust lay at the door sills.”

When the wind ceases, though, there is a change in the world and people who are inside their houses notice this change.

“The people, lying in their beds, heard the wind stop. They awakened when the rushing wind was gone. They lay quietly and listened deep into the stillness…In the morning the dust hung like fog, and the sun was as red as ripe new blood. All day the dust sifted down through the sky, and the next day it sifted down. An even blanket covered the earth.”

It was only when the wind ceased that the people came out of their houses and saw this new world the wind had created. The dust bowl has begun.

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