This week, the wind had opinions. Not just your casual breeze-through-the-trees type… no… this wind was dramatic. A full-body exhale from the universe. It rattled the cover on the coop, flipped a bucket across the yard, upended the trellis, and left me standing in the garden like some accidental oracle, squinting at the sky, wondering what kind of message I was supposed to be decoding! 🤷🏻♀️
The chickens didn’t care. Morticia gave me the side-eye and went back to scratching the dirt like always. But me? I felt it. The whisper. The warning. The shift.
I’ve come to think of the wind like an old friend who’s just a little too into astrology. It doesn’t always make sense, but when it shows up loud and persistent, you listen. This week, it was howling in all directions, stirring up old seeds I forgot I’d planted. Thoughts I buried with good intentions. Feelings I mulched under because I didn’t have time to deal with them.
Gardens are honest. They don’t care what you meant to water. Either you did, or you didn’t. Emotions are the same way. The wind doesn’t lie. It just points out what’s already shifting inside.
At one point, a gust knocked my shovel over, startling me right out of a deep train of thought. I laughed, because honestly? That wind was right! I was spiraling into old stories again, ones that didn’t need tending anymore. They’d gone to seed. The wind gave them one last puff, and off they scattered.
I think that’s what this week was about: letting go of the stale, the stuck, the stories that no longer root well in my soul’s soil. The wind may seem chaotic, but sometimes it’s just doing a little energetic weeding on our behalf.
So if you felt a little off this week… if your thoughts were gusty and your emotions swirled like leaves in a dust devil, you weren’t alone. That was just the wind, reminding us we’re not statues in a still life. We’re living things in a living world. And sometimes, before we can bloom, we have to bend a little.
Yard 2 Yield! 