From all human generations, we are the first to see the wind.
It has propelled explorers, and hampered them.
It has blended hot and cold to a more-or-less just right place for human habitation, even while itÂ rearranges our lawn furniture; Â our favorites trees, houses or cities.
It is spiritus, animus, pneuma–the wind, invisible yet powerful, wrapping a planet never still. It has always been a mystery we’ve longed to ride on magic carpets. We suffer bird envy.
And in our lifetimes, we can watch the world’s winds from space. We can see so much of our home planet now that our grandparents could not imagine.Â [Rotate, zoom, explore at the Earth Wind Map site.]
We should be paying more attention to the Earth’s lungs, blood, bones and gut. We should not become a fatal pathogen. A successful parasite does not kill its host.
We must stop being parasite and quickly learn how to be symbionts.
Be still and listen to the rush along the ridges. Stand outside your door. Imagine these green lines coursing overheard. Feel them againstÂ your face; and now, from time to time, come back and see the world winds swirling Â like living thumb prints over oceans and continents.
Somewhere in all this, a child’s voice adds its own small breath, and the blue ball twirls and tilts.