WILD Spaces

Do you feel the winds of change yet? It’s been a whirlwind of a week for most of us, right? October weather variances always brought the worst hurricanes according to my youthful experiences in the South aaaand here we are again. Also, the dry wind out West seems to spur more and more fires. Poor Wyoming. Apparently, it’s your year to burn.

Although I have always preferred the windy dance between Spring conquering Winter, I am beginning to appreciate the loss of Summer to Autumn’s dragon breath. Wind signifies the impending change of seasons and my life generally echoes these natural rhythms as I age.

What’s next? What burdens do I leave in my wake? What fresh ideas are blowing in on the breeze for me to grasp at? Will they blow on by or will I be lucky enough for them to smack me in the face like a red maple leaf blown free in a sudden gust?

I currently have too many creative ideas swirling around. My hopes and dreams collect like the backlit clouds gathering into the Big Dipper as I sip whiskey rockin’ on my front porch only to be dumped back into my eyes in the morn after the Earth has spun and the dipper upended. What does that even mean? That my dreams are recycled?