Windswept

I dialoged with "Patrick" from Texas via a Skypecast several months ago. He sent this poem to me. I'm unsure of the author, other than the name he indicated at the end. I enjoyed my interactions with Patrick who acknowledged both the beauty and the power of the sacred feminine.

Windswept

Current of air, unseen yet felt, pursues Her course without relent,

Stirred up, blasting the debris of our comings, our goings;

Removing every trace of the feet that once imposed upon this Vastness.

Now blow fiercely in this heart, Shakti gale, leave no thing intact!

Uproot the past, the future, the despised and the dear;

Until I am windswept... and in Love again.

Suzume

Harvesting the Wind

I have been fascinated by the growth of wind farms around my parent's home in the Finger Lakes Region of NY. The best way of sharing my impressions is through my photos above and video below. (Photos and video were taken prior to activation expected in late 09/08.)