Suzaji’s Blog

January 18, 2014, Ojai, California

I have only five minutes, but I want to describe the sound of the wind that sings here in the river bottom all night long.

Two nights ago, the wind was like the waves of the ocean, loud and energetic, like strong, deep breathing . . . inhaling, exhaling . . . reminding me of the time I slept in a teepee on a beach in Mexico. I long to sleep outside again, but for now can only open all the windows and rest where I can still see the sky from my bed.

Last night, as I looked up at the bright moon shining down, the sound of the wind was like the softest, gentlest, sweetest lullaby, like feathers, whispering.

Then this morning, when I wandered outside into the early light of dawn, with the moon still smiling down so bright in the palest blue-pink sky, as I turned in the direction of Matilija Canyon I stepped into a pocket of cold air, and here the wind grew louder. And I realize I’m only just beginning to learn to listen to the language of wind . . .

Tags: circle of the moon, journal writing, meditation, nature, Ojai, outdoors, writing yoga

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