Its You.

When the wind travels 300 miles to sing a sage scented hello,

And you're struck like a bell,

You suddenly are the wind

And then it is gone. A moment of wild abandon amongst the fleeting days.

There are times when I look

At my child

Moving her hands, playing in her world, and

I can feel that same wild abandon

filtered through the rivers of parenting.

Bright moments of sunlight in a rushing confusion.

When the beauty is vast, we become a part of it.

It is in our nature to stop.

To witness.

To appreciate.

To share it.

We crave that feeling of the wind over the bluffs at sunset, that connection to family, the sun calling to us over the horizon, right before it rises.

The most beautiful people carry these moments of wildness and comfort from one person to another.

We learn in this way that beauty is the connection,

To the birds, singing the sun to life.

To a child's imaginary world.

A moment of presence in the wind as it brings itself over miles of desert, just to reach you at the exact moment you look west.

The beauty is in the noticing. Noticing details and changes,

Smelling the sage and hearing the birds. Leaning into that moment of pride.

The heart sings in the same voice as that wind, traveling 300 miles.

Just to reach you.