I always say that wind and water tell a story. Just imagine where they go, what they encounter, the area they cover. Imagine what they “see”. When you are out there in the wind, listening to it, feeling it on your skin in your hair, it tells you the story of its journey. When you are in the ocean, surrounded by water, feeling the small or big waves on your body, you already know how far it has traveled and that the cycle is only about to start again. From the little raindrop, to the spring, the river, the lakes, the ocean… It travels through the atmosphere, the different layers of our Earth, and through landscape, past people, animals, nature.
When you are out there in the wind, in the water you can feel its power, its story and when the two of them come together it’s one of the most energizing experiences ever…
A hike in the forest, following a narrow path leading you to places you have not been before. Breathing in the fresh air, absorbing the energy, feasting your eyes on the fresh green. Wildlife around you, listening to the birds. Taking it all in.
A beautiful day indeed.
While I’m out there I can’t help listening to the leaves, branches, entire trees moving in the wind. It makes me think of all the places I have been. The wind was always there too. Sometimes in strong gales, a storm, sometimes only like a gently blow on your neck. Sometimes hot, sometimes chilly and sometimes just right.
For me it always tells a story. Just like water.
It travels our planet, passes through countries, touches everything. Imagine it could actually tell the story of it’s journey.
I close my eyes and feel the wind in my face. And I connect. Not only with myself but with my past. All the moments I have felt the wind in my face before. All the special memories I have. And I know I will stand there, with my eyes closes, feeling the wind on my face and in my hair many more times. Creating memories. Listening to the branches, the leaves and even the trees moving in the wind. And I know I will be part of one of the stories the wind will carry along from now on…
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I wonder if you sometimes feel that connection to nature too? It’s something that I often struggle to describe as I think some people just don’t get what I mean. Maybe it’s because they don’t have a connection to nature any longer. Maybe it’s just because they experience it so very differently.
When I’m out there, not matter if it’s in a small park in the middle of the city, that might not feel like much of nature to most, or on a beach or hike, everything kind of reaches me. I feel the sun on my skin and feel how it warms me up through and through. Or the drops of rain, how they touch my skin, the sound they make when they touch the ground. It’s the wind that plays with the hair or “touches” your skin.
Very hard to choose a picture for this weeks SL-Week Challenge. I love wind. I think it tells a story. The story of its journey around the world. Here are some more pictures that immediately came to my mind when I saw the word “wind“. Hope you like them…
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Wave activity has been unexpectedly rough up north in the Arctic, an area whose abundant ice flows usually keep the water nice and smooth for sailing. In fact, the waves have been so huge that the captain of the vessel Norseman II could not safely sail against them. Scientists think that the waves might answer the question of why the Arctic ice is vanishing so fast. Even the most extreme models of climate change do not predict the sheer speed at which the ice has been breaking up and melting.
Earth and sky, woods and field, lakes and rivers, the mountain and the sea, are excellent schoolmasters, and teach some of us more than we can ever learn from books. – John Lubbock