“I love sharing this message with you – from the Twelve Great Tides – of the Winds.” Norma Jean (via Maori Wisdom & Prayers)
The Time of the wind – is Night!
So loud – in the night!
Why is it – in the day – the humans speak of the wind and her sounds – as an intrusion? “Oh! It’s SOooo windy!” Like the wind – she doesn’t have a voice — a right or place or time – to blow & be present in all her powerful nuances.
So clear – in the night!
There is nothing else under heaven’s gaze – but her
Strength and her whisper.
Her wails – her pause – relentless, she could be.
Nothing she couldn’t move – nothing untouched.
Her children, the trees – moved AND MOVING with any sound possible………. and unfettered motion……..
Delicate. Demanding, Whistling. Crying. Insistent. Loud. Sweeping. Chilling. Murmuring.
Her children – Trees — shimmering, building their cacophony, brushing over into windows…….
Drumming humans into wakeful attention – or fear – at least alert.
A force unequaled. No one can stop these airy tides!
This writing was catalyzed deep in the night last night – by finishing my first devoted reading of Toni Morrison’s, Song of Solomon.
There was a raging storm outside my upstairs windows – amid the tall and plentiful trees.
You will see how easily this writing ‘with the wind’ slipped out of me – in pure resonance with her last sentence…….
…..”if you surrender to the wind – you can ride it.”
THE TWELVE GREAT TIDES OF THE WIND!
I have been welcoming them for years now in my Calling of a Circle. I believe I learned this ‘calling’ through Mack Ruka, the Maori Shaman. So regal – such vast largeness……. Sweet nobility.
My anthem – my ode to my Mama……speaking with her, shortly before she disappeared into dementia:
“We have caught each other many times – in battle, in lives. This life – I cannot catch you MAMA……..
but we can both learn to fly.
You have all my love,