Deep peace of the quiet earth to you. 

Our own bluster.

April 18, 2017

 

I find wind either refreshing or downright torturous, depending on the temperature, the task, visibility/ice conditions, and gale force. The thing is, wind gives you nowhere to hide; it seeks out your secrets, your weaknesses, and (given the right circumstances) can cut anyone to the quick of their tolerance level. 

 

In other words, you learn a lot about the company you keep (yourself included) when faced with blocks to walk (or hours to sail) in wind-chilled conditions.

 

It's a pretty accurate, rather humbling, litmus test to scope the depth of your own well of compassion. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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