Over the last several years I have practiced the art of paying attention to the very littlest things. The wind is one of my favorites to watch. You can’t see it, but you see the movement it brings through someone’s long hair, the dried leaves that suddenly get picked up into a dance, and in the tops of the trees as they sway to the song the wind orchestrates through its branches.

There is never nothing going on.

I love how the wind flows past me and leaves kisses on my skin. Quite often requiring me to wrap myself in something soft to keep warm.

There is never nothing going on.

When the wind brings in the rain, a season change and roles the clouds by like a slow moving picture.

When the forest sounds like the ocean and the ocean sounds angry.

When the wind speaks its mind and the thunder cracks in the sky, I feel its power, and I know there is never nothing going on.

This morning we packed up and took two of our three to a near by park to spend some time out in the sun. I couldn’t help but notice all the movement. There was a lovely breeze, which carried with it a mist from the splash pad just a few feet away. Just behind me was a man with a shopping cart full of tennis balls, and three students. He called out instructions as each of them stepped up for their turn, green fuzzy balls cover the court, yet they keep playing. To my right is a mother with her children on the swing set. One singing a song and the littlest, with rolls all down his legs and eyes wide open barely peeking over the rim of the baby swing.

There is never nothing going on.

 

 

To my left are my husband and son playing a game of basketball. Laughing, instructing, and stealing the ball from one another. Stopping to catch their breath and have a sip or two as they play.

There is never nothing going on.

Just in front of me is a three tiered fountain standing tall at the entrance of the park. Cars drive by as walkers and joggers take the loop. There is a woman doing yoga as her puppy sits close to her blanket people watching. Children’s laughter is in the air, and I can smell the fresh cut grass.

There is never nothing going on.

These are the moments I long for and thrive from in this fast paced world. The moments when my todo list fades and the books to be read are at home, and the television has been silenced.

 

 

 

It doesn’t matter what is looming in the back of my mind, but what is right in front of me, and it is golden. I feel my heart beat louder inside my chest as I wait to feel the wind roll past me. I am awake for the first time in days as I settle down enough to see the world has more to offer than what I fill it with.

May you feel the kiss of the wind and know that there is never nothing going on.