When I first created this website, I was inspired by the idea of finding peace on a windy day. At the time, that meant that even when storms rage, you can find a place of calm and sanctuary within yourself, and use that to return to balance and joy. Although that is all still true, lately I find that wind means so much more.
Wind is change. It is transformation, inspiration, movement, magic. It is what allows us to be lifted into the air, to soar the heights, to hear music and our loved ones’ laughter. It is power. It allows us to sweep away the past, and make room for the future.
And so “finding peace on a windy day” has taken on a different meaning for me. The peace found on a windy day does not deny or ignore the wind, but rather it embraces it. It uses the wind and all the powers of creativity and change that it represents. This is the power of artists–to harness the wind, to use it to create something new, something beautiful, something full of joy.
So when the winds are raging in your own life, you do not need to fear them. Instead, let them inspire you to create something worthy of the artist within. See what you can do with that wind to create your own kind of magic, whether you call yourself an artist, a writer, a parent, a lover, a knitter, a sculpture, a dream-weaver.
We are all artists. We all have windy days. The greatest art is in allowing that wind to bring us new beginnings, and the possibility of creating greater peace and joy than we had previously imagined.
We are creators, born to create and to share our creations with others. When we create, out of joy rather than desperation, we enter a state of grace. We stand beside the Muses, alive to our gifts and the privilege of sharing those gifts with others. We flow with the current of life, turning every precious moment into something transcendent and eternal.
We forget that we are creators only when we attempt to divorce art from our lives. But art is not something separate from the everyday. True art reaches us wherever we are, as naturally as air reaches our lungs.
Don’t hold your breath. Let yourself create. Slip into the realm of creation, the place of possibility. Give life to your dreams, wherever and whenever you find them. Let your life be a work of art–open to new interpretations, full of fire and passion.
The Muses are singing. It is time to sing back.
Yesterday I dreamed of rain. The air was thick with water, turning my desert home into a living memory of ancient oceans. Clouds were thick on the mountains, covering the rocks and earth in a blanket of gray mist. The rain was steady, undisturbed by wind, falling in sheets. The sound of rain and distant thunder permeated everything–indoors it was felt as much as heard.
We learn to cherish rain in the desert, for we can see it for the gift it is. We welcome its cool kiss, damp on our skin, the air washed clean. We linger beneath the rain drops, breathing in air that is heavy with moisture. We find sanctuary within unexpected storms.
But as suddenly as it began, the dream was over. The clouds began to part and the birds to sing. The light returned, clearer and brighter than before. The air was still heavy, but now it sparkled. The light, at first golden behind gray clouds, softened into tones of pink and purple.
We need rain to clear away the past. We need storms so that in their aftermath we can see the light that surrounds us. Within the half-light of these unexpected storms, we can find love where we never before thought to look, as rain falls all around us and even the wind rests.
It was a brief dream. The hot desert air returned, with only the memory of rainfall left behind. That is why, when the rain comes, we must open to the pleasures of the moment rather than wish them away. For this is the reason we are here: to learn how to accept the beauty that is offered to us, and to learn how to share that beauty with others.