Wind-Chimes Are Made For Wind

Today the wind was fierce as I stopped to see some ducks along the waters edge beside the millrace trail.  My daughter had pent-up energy she needed to expel and although I just can't run without my heart beating out of my chest, I told her I'd be happy to accompany her and would do my own thing slowly and see the sights.  I figured she would probably reach the Goshen Dam and head all the way back before I could even reach the first milestone.  And I watched as off she ran.  The ducks were hugging the reeds at the waters edge and it was sweet to see them after several months of being cooped-up inside.

Amazing to be on the trail on this winter day.  Tree's were naked except for the vine's that were wrapped around them.  Some leftover, red, autumn berries still clung to slender branches that swayed with the wind.  I had to watch my footing as I neared the bank because the wind came so forcefully in gusts from behind me.  And as I walked, the wind moved upon a wind-chime and the melody filled the air and reached my ears.  I smiled thinking about how wind-chimes were made for wind.  There are so many things we enjoy due to having wind in our lives.  I relished the thought of some juicy spiritual parallels in relation to that.  And saints are born in adversity.

The temperature seemed like it fell by at least ten degree's in the short time I got to be out there.  And soon, my sweet daughter had turned back around and we hustled it back to the car.  The cold was numbing our progress and we were both very happy when we finally reached the van and out of the winds reach.