Blowing in the wind

mountain grass on windy day

The question is not what you look at,
but what you see.
~ Henry David Thoreau.

I encountered this dry bear grass waving in the wind that always seems to blow near Flagstaff, Arizona, on a hot summer day.

The grass became a metaphor for the winds blowing through my own life.

Sometimes we bend to life’s winds, sometimes we resist. The important thing is to remember that we, unlike the grass, have a choice into which directions we grow. Through mindfulness of the forces we encounter everyday, we can decide when to yield and when it is wiser to resist in order to build a richer life experience.

Let me hear what you think!

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