Wind removes dead branches so the green shoots can have more nourishment.  The blustery breezes sweep away the dust and the sand so a new level is exposed to the rain and sun.

I feel the wind rushing around my ears as a shift and change.  Transformation is constant.  I morph like a science fiction shape-shifter.  One minute I’m in comfortable ragged clothes and the next putting on my game face.

But it is like playing with a yo-yo.  I pull myself in, I throw myself out.  I am connected at Your finger with a string made of love.  Pull me into Your hand.  Hold me there in a soft firm grip, and send me out into the world with the force of Your Kindness, brilliance and magic!