My Heartsongs Podcast 177 Windy Days, Winding Thoughts

The wind supports me in rattling my own cage, pulls me out of circling the wagons of illusion with rationalization & self- protection, often with the ends justify the means as a mantra. I'm summoned to examine those nooks and crannies where I might have made rationality a god, at the expense of my vitality. Its wild and crazy nature refuses to condemn my passionate primitive energies to an underground existence—the life I live and the one I have forgotten. It urges me to welcome fathomless darkness and sidereal silence.