It’s windy today on The Highlands. This furtive kindness…the sun…the quiet…the joy. This wind – only wind – is cleaning out the cobwebs. Our many small and large errors are being swept from our souls. I turn to the God of origins. The one who has no name to explain Himself. She is today’s sunlight. He is yin. We all know who our mother is…comforter, healer, quan yin (compassion). In this moment, my thoughts are stilled by the wind. I am thankful.