Wind, Breath, Spirit
Teaching the boys about grounding on the first warm day of the year :) The other day I had about 30 minutes before I needed to pick my boys up from school so I went to the nearby YMCA's outdoor walking track to get some steps in. The day was glorious- sunny and 65 degrees. I walked a loop around the track and was just about back to my car when I had the sudden urge to lay down and sprawl out on the grass. I'm not one to hold back on my crunchy, nature-loving side, but I also didn't want to look like a weirdy to any passerby. So I found a nook between two small trees where I plopped down, hoping to be at least a little inconspicuous. And there I did it- I laid on the YMCA's grass taking in slow breaths and resting on the ground and earth that is the Lord's creation. Eventually I sat up to feel the wind rushing past my body. I love the wind. It feels like a kiss from heaven. A physical sense of something bigger that we're a part of. And the Spirit whispered t...
