Pre-P.S. You’re reading day 14 of my 32 days of insights, inspiration, and instigation. (Very informal title). Get the full scoop here. ✨
Do you want to sit outside?”
“Not really.”
That’s pretty much how it goes every time Geoff asks if I want to get a table outside.
As much as I’m sun-obsessed and need to be walked by 3 pm or there’s a high risk of me being unintentionally grumpy, I really hate eating outside—mostly because of the wind.
I despise the moment when I’m about to take a bite, and then my hair inevitably blows right in front of my fork, and I’m no longer eating steak tartar; I’m eating steak tartar and some hair.
The wind and I have a love/hate relationship that’s rarely 50/50.
It’s usually 20% love you for cooling me down when the sun is blazing hot, 80% why are you forever sweeping my hair and olive tree pollen into my face?
Some people, like Geoff, don’t mind the wind at all.
I resist it.
But I also find it curious that “Colors of the Wind” was one of my favorite Disney songs growing up, and I still find myself humming it around the house randomly.
And the fact that Geoff and I are getting married in the windy city (Chicago) in 16 days. (eek!)
I have a sneaky suspicion I’m supposed to learn something from the wind.
In an attempt to stop resisting it so much and find the lessons, I started making a list describing wind:
- It can be a propelling force or feel like a wall.
- It carries words when we speak them.
- It offers momentum but stirs up a significant amount of dust along the way.
- It cools for comfort but can cause immense discomfort when you forget to pack a windbreaker and end up freezing your 🍑 off.
- It’s symbolic of change and transformation (remembering this always adds more points to the love side of my love/hate equation).
- It’s soft and feminine while also might.
- It powers flight.
- Inspiration comes to me in whispers that feel like small gusts of wind.
Some people are naturally and inexplicably drawn to water, others find their metaphors in fire, some resonate with earthy phrases like “being grounded,” and then there are people like me who experience air as a prominent theme in life.
Life repeatedly demonstrates to me there are keys hidden in our resistance that can unlock aspects of our growth.
We chase answers in the outer world, but there’s much we can explore in our inner worlds.
Inner space exploration will forever be more interesting to me than outer space.
Self-inquiry is the gift that keeps on giving.
It allows us to evolve. We’re taught to shy away from self-inquiry and instead look to systems, places, and people to see why we feel the way we do or to understand our problems, but that only leads to more suffering.
The world would benefit if we focused more on being inner cosmonauts. 👩🚀
What whispers do you hear in the wind? 🌬️
xx,
P.S. For those into astrology, I’m a Taurus. It’s abundantly apparent I’m an earth sign when you walk into my house and see all natural textures and colors: linen, stone, wood, and my favorite interior accent color—green.
My moon and midheaven signs are both air signs, though. (What that means specifically might as well be Greek to me, but if you’re into it and have more context, my inbox is open).
