Sunday Evening Reflection: Who has seen the wind?

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The wind and trees have a special relationship. Together, they create exquisite music that comes with fluttering leaves and waving branches. The fresh air that trees bestow on this earth brings a sense of well-being.  A recent Instagram post by the UN Food and Agriculture Organization stated that “studies show that trees boost happiness and reduce stress levels.”

Trees are the vital source of fruits, medicines, oxygen.  They decrease the greenhouse effect and prevent soil erosion, which in turn prevents water pollution.  Under the shade of trees, wildlife find protection.

Tonight, I am celebrating trees with poetry by Christina Georgina Rossetti.  Embracing the dance of the wind and trees.

Who has seen the wind?

Who has seen the wind?
Neither I nor you.
But when the leaves hang trembling,
The wind is passing through.

Who has seen the wind?
Neither you nor I.
But when the trees bow down their heads,
The wind is passing by.

Christina Georgina Rossetti

 

 

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Blogger, Visual Storyteller, Podcaster, Traveler and Life-long Learner

30 thoughts on “Sunday Evening Reflection: Who has seen the wind?”

    1. It is a treasure indeed. When I lived in Northern Manitoba I remember listening, on summer afternoons, to the popular leaves singing in the wind. We lived in an isolated community so it was easy to be in nature without any company except for nature – always an excellent companion.

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  2. A beautiful poem and such tall, majestic trees rustling and dancing to the wind’s rhythm. I’m looking out of my window at palm trees gracefully waving their fronds in the breeze. Have a wonderful week, Rebecca. 😘

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    1. I was looking for my friends, the crows. They like to congregate in these trees before they head home to their roost. I am fascinated by our winged friends. Every evening starting at about 5p.m., crow start to congregate all over Vancouver. Then, they return home to their roost in Burnaby. I understand that about 6,000 crows come together to sleep. I call this tradition, “homecoming.”

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    1. Goosebumps – for that is what I felt when I was in Northern Manitoba, amidst the singing populars. “Oh, the wayward wind, is a restless wind that yearns to wander.” Loved the way Patsy Cline sang this song. To wander is human, to embrace this perpetual state is to embrace a hero’s journey.

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    1. I have seen the wind howl on your side of Canada. Yikes! When I visited Signal Hill in St. John’s, Newfoundland this past May, I was almost blown off my feet, quite literally. What an adventure. Bracing winds, history in every step up that hill.

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  7. Delightful reading, as always, and I too remember the Patsy Cline song. Whenever anyone even says the word wind I think of the word sough, which I learned through reading older literature, that I wish were pronounced to rhyme with cough and not a female swine 🙂 However these comments say it best: playing, singing and dancing. Hugs!

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    1. I learned a new word today! “Sough!” I looked it up in the dictionary and heard the pronunciation, which indeed rhymes with cough. Its a verb and a noun!!! The noun is “a moaning, whistling, or rushing sound as made by the wind in the trees or the sea.’ Thank you!

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  8. Lovely, Rebecca!
    Your voice is a wonderful thing. Loving your tours with poetry.

    So, I thought I was clicking on Chasing Art blog, and ended up lost in a myriad of places I didn’t know. Then I realized it was Paperli?
    You must have 20 or more sites. LOLOL!!!!
    How do you keep up?{{{hugs}}}

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    1. Ah, you found the paper. Paperli is a curator of information. Curator tools are becoming very popular, given that we are entering the world of amassing information. We are literally on information overload. A friend that is involved in Information Management and Big Data introduced me to this tool. Every day, the paper automatically collects information across the internet and puts it into a paper format. The subject matter is based on what I have asked the “curator” to collect. We live in a world that produces information at an exponential rate, so it is difficult to scan all the news for specific topics. I continue to learn about art and I’m using this paper to feed me the information from places that I would not find on my own. Keeping up – not sure that any of us can keep up. But one thing that sustains my journey is our marvelous life-affirmation conversations. Many hugs!

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  9. Rebecca, a rather apt topic for me as the wind has not stopped blowing through the trees this week! 😀 The force of nature a constant reminder about our place on earth! From one side of the house, I’m blessed with views across a wooded nature reserve and during the gales, it was as if a jetliner was roaring through, a gentler sound came from the smaller trees in the garden, at times almost playful, sometimes the trees bowing as they submitted to the will of the wind! Another storm due this weekend so hunkering down yet again!

    Wishing you a beautiful Valentine’s day tomorrow and a wonderful weekend, my friend! ❤️

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    1. Stay warm and safe. This is a time of writing stories, savoring hot tea and being grateful for the protection of shelter. Who has seen the wind is rather who has heard the wind? I especially liked the way you brought two extremes into the discussion – jetliner roaring through and a gentle almost playful wind. You are a storyteller!!!

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  10. Two of my most favourite loves, Rebecca, are trees and the wind. What a beautiful combination that can be seen, felt, and admired.
    Christina’s poetry, narrated by you, sums this up quite beautifully!

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    1. Thank you, Carolyn! I have come late to poetry so am making up for “lost time.” Perhaps it is not lost time, but right time. I am learning that thoughts, reflections, wisdom come to us at the precise moment that we are to receive the messages.

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