Untucked by the Wind...

Reflection: December 10th, 2025
The wind is so very strong this morning. It woke me at 2 a.m., rattling the house, stirring my mind. Half-awake, I imagined the Christmas décor on my front porch being battered and tossed, and I wondered if it sounded worse than it truly was. Then my mind ruminated on the neighbor who leaves his trash bins out for days, letting them tumble down the street in every storm. I can’t grasp not following the simple rule of putting them away; it just seems illogical.
Eventually, I drifted back to sleep, slipping into slow, deep breathwork, calming my mind one inhale at a time.
Now, as I sit here writing, I watch the mix of wind, clouds, and sun move across the morning. I’m captured by all of it, the way nature never arrives in just one mood, the way she always brings me contemplation.
As the wind sweeps across the world, I can’t help but wonder what its purpose is today.
What is it asking?
What is it clearing?
What is it carrying?
Is it blowing away old residue clinging to the edges of my life?
Is it carrying a message or a song?
Is it ushering something into the world that needs an extra push to arrive?
Oh, the wind.
How will you shape me today?
And most of all…
What are you asking me to untuck?