While the students were lying on their paddleboards in savasana yesterday, I sat in meditation. I asked the wind to share some of its wisdom with me. So, I sat quiet and listened.
The wind has traveled many places, across continents and seas. It’s learned some of the greatest lessons from all across the world and within every culture.
The wind told me the tale of the mountains in India and Asia, they stand tall and proud. They are strong at their base, their foundation is grounded within the earth. Similar to the trees of the Redwood Forest, their roots grow deep into the fertile soil.
The wind told me of the tales of the Sahara desert exclaiming that not everything is as it seems. For the desert heat projects mirages and you have to learn trust but be cautious at the same time.
The wind told me of the adventures of the Nile river. We should learn to go with the flow and that when you swim up the stream everything is challenging. If you release all resistance, life is easy.
The wind told me of animals roaming wild and free in Africa. And that we have no right to keep our friends in cages.
The wind told me of the molten magma pouring out from the volcanos in Hawaii and that if we keep holding our pain and hurt in, eventually we will explode.
The wind told me of the endurance of waterfalls in Iceland and how even something as soft and fluid as this precious liquid, it can cut through the hardest rock with it’s persistence.
Last and most importantly, the wind told me the story of humans. We should learn be gentle and kind with each other. When we start to love each other unconditionally the whole world heals together.
Thank you wind, thank you source for these beautiful lessons. True story, this all happened to me in 5 minutes of silence yesterday, practice your meditation today.