Where Does the Wind Blow Now?

Change happens to everyone, all the time. And change is in the wind, literally. I live in the Western U.S. and we’ve had unusually strong Pacific winds blow over us these past months, bullying their way through the Midwest, on to meet up with the winds from the Southeast–double trouble. Mother Earth is rattling and we all know it. We see worldwide the loss of lives and destruction of communities and shake our heads, wondering if we’ll be next. There is no way to know until it’s happening where the lava will burn, the earth will crack and heave, or the oceans will claim new territory. History tells us the Earth has been cleansed of other life forms and of humans at least twice, perhaps more.

Do you ever wonder why? Do you wonder why the Mayan people seemed to disappear overnight, or if Atlantis was real, why did they suddenly sink into the ocean? I do. I wonder. About, for example, the total destruction of the dinosaurs. Why? They didn’t nearly ruin the Earth like we have. Were they removed to make room for God’s children, us, made in His/Her image? I wonder, are we more important than all other living things, so important that it doesn’t matter what we trample? Is it because we have souls and, if so, why have we lost our connection to the land, to the water and the air and to the critters we share this place with? Shortsighted industrialization, I think, though I don’t know enough to know for sure. Maybe it’s more than that—it is human nature to think of ourselves more than anything else.

I don’t want to be a cavewoman, but I do want to be connected to the life around me. I wish I lived near really ancient trees, the witnesses, so I could sit and ask them what happened. “Why did we humans steer more toward the darkness, rather than the light?” I’d say. “Why do so many meaningless things hold so much value for us?” “Is there anything we can do?”And, “Can I have a hug?”

Where does the wind blow now?