“Absence diminishes commonplace passions, and increases great ones, as wind extinguishes candles and kindles fire.”
Francois, 6th Duc de La Rochefoucauld, Maximes, no.276.
Wind Gods and Goddesses have played a significant role in every cultural mythology. The Greeks named the West Wind Zephyrus. Zephyrus was admired and respected by the other winds because of his favorable disposition. However, just like humans, shadows lurking in the inner world of Gods and Goddesses can sometimes rise to the surface and overcome the colorful mask that they portray. Although the West Wind dances joyfully into the cool night, when he departs he leaves behind piles of leaves decaying on the ground. We are all vulnerable to his deceptive breath.
Death and Birth are both relevant on the Awakening Compass. One cannot exist without the other. As one moves through the cycles of life, every idea, project, and relationship is faced with the reality of it’s own mortality. In order to move life forward to the next cycle, one must stand tall like a tree, bare, with branches exposed to the wind. This spiritual experience that we seek as physical beings is part of the cycle that parallels the forces of nature that surround us.
The month of May was fraught with reminders of human frailty and immortality.
No matter how many times we light a candle in the wind there is always a chance that it will be extinguished. A friend of mine succumbed to her cancer-ravaged body. A five-week program came to a close. As I prepared to move from my home of 15 years, I was forced to face the death of an illusion. The powerful onslaught of Zephyrus’s wind was too much for me to endure. I was exhausted, suddenly became ill and finally collapsed into my bed.
Our physical bodies reflect our spiritual health.
On the Awakening Compass our body is a fine tuned needle that directs us to our intended harbor, keeping us aligned to our Magnetic North. As I lay in bed I realized that I needed a time out. Like a seed that lies dormant in the frozen earth until conditions are optimal, I knew that I had to slow down, rest and reassess my priorities.
Cycles can take years to complete as in a human life, or a few days like the food poisoning I once experienced, yet, both are necessary to recalibrate our compass. Between every cycle of action, a rest period is required before we can move forward into a new experience.
My ill friend fought hard to hang onto her body. Only through personal experience can people understand that in order to grow spiritually, their dreams must grow corn, and that bodies are not a fertilizer that spirit requires to soar. In the end I watched from afar as the West Wind danced with her until she finally surrendered to his lead. Now she’s dancing a sweet jig of love in the heavens high above.
As I prepare to leave my old home behind I am aware of the wind at my back. It urges me on and I feel like I’m raking leaves in the yard, filling up one bag at a time. Once my move is complete I know that new seeds will sprout and thrive. The program that I finished is now resting. It has a spiritual value for others and will be repeated this summer, while I continue to feed my new book and plan new workshops.
What remains unfinished is the death of my illusion. The sneaky leaves in the corner of the yard remain hidden from the eyes of the rake. People can die from illnesses and programs eventually come to an end, but a dream that no longer serves us must be released before we can set ourselves free and heal.
Today I am sitting by my dark altar and learning about patience and faith. I believe that when the time is right, the friendly West Wind will blow the seeds into the fertile garden of my divine imagination. When that happens I will light a new candle and move forward with enthusiasm, vigor and joy.
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