Listen to the wind chimes play their melodic non-melody —
Melody in time with the breeze,
A constant reminder of unseen powers at play —
We see and hear the impact of those powers
But we never see the wind itself.
The wind chimes’ music soothes even when the wind is blowing at destructive levels, when the power blinks off and on or lightning and thunder accompanies the music. Why, I wonder?
Are the chimes a motherly assurance that everything is going to be all right? Or a wise example of how even this potentially destructive force of nature can be harnessed in the service of creating beauty? There’s a metaphor in there somewhere — this force capable of toppling trees or creating symphonies.
The wind has no choice, it is what is it, but we choose daily between beauty and destruction.
May we each harness our powerful energy in the name of beauty, with a goal of a better world, not a barren and bitter world.
