The calendar may not yet read "March," but its stiff winds have been with us throughout the week, beckoning the little ones outdoors to see what miracles await. Although signs of Spring are everywhere, ready to burst forth at any moment, it's the power of the invisible wind I notice most.
Blossoms cling to stalks that choose to bend heads low and touch the earth rather than break.Even the heavy weight of fully-opened Camellia blossoms amongst stiff, waxy leaves isn't enough to stay still in its swift path.A bee struggles to cling to pollen-laden yellow rocket. After each strong gust knocks him from his flower perch, he hovers as best as he can in the gale, then clasp legs around another blossom for a few more seconds before the next gust hits, a process he continually repeats as I kneel and watch the performance.Even the tiny violets crouched low down within tender blades of grass twitch now and then as a breeze swirls low enough to catch their petals.
Everywhere I look, all creation moves with each invisible thrust of the Creator's hand--there is not a choice to do otherwise.
With each opening and closing of the camera's shutter, I capture only the visible...but it's really this invisible power that I was searching for,
One as un-capturable and as real as the wind that moves everything in turn.