Today, as is my custom I was reading the essential blog
to keep our faith and hearts open and questing,
"Am I falling off the edge?"
is actually a continual dance.
to be constantly moving, alive, open,
and trusting the challenge of relationship.
"path of the wind"
for me is the memory of the field
at the back of the house where I was born.
When the grasses grew long and lush
the wind whispered through it so
it stirred and murmured like the sea.
Often as I watched,
a path created by the wind would open up
and carve a clear path across it.
I don't think I ever saw a straight way cleaved by the wind,
rather it meandered like a stream,
only to disappear as soon as it became visible.
Then a new one would appear.
There's a dance, and a delight in this way of finding a path,
as for all it's apparent elusiveness it is an earthed,
and true way.
In the new testament of the Christian bible
the Holy Spirit of God is referred to as the pneuma,
which is Greek for breath, or wind,
or it can mean soul or spirit as well.
to mean the Spirit of God, ruach being breath, or wind.
Also Jesus said,
but you cannot tell where it comes from or where it is going.
As well as describing the mystery of the Spirit's path
this image suggests much more about God's dealings with us.
The movement of a summer wind
Updated and amended from an earlier post.