Our unpredictable springtime weather caught a few sailors off guard while they were anchored offshore from Vancouver’s Kitsilano Beach. This morning they’re no longer offshore but onshore.
This is the kind of day I’d like to be where my daughter lives, wandering the Vancouver Island shoreline, wonder-filled by the power of the waves. Blustery windstorms invigorate me. Yes, I know they cause all sorts of damage and inconvenience. Schools in town are all closed this morning because of power outages. But I love the dip and dance of the trees, birds sailing the sky with wings outstretched to catch the currents, puffs of cloud sprinting from one horizon to the other.
Wind can have contradictory connotations… of inspiration, music, change, the Holy Spirit, violent energy, or welcome refreshment on a searing summer day.
I look for a writing analogy and think of the Muse – a force that moves words, sometimes like a breeze, other times like a storm, transporting thoughts from the unknown into our minds. I think of the words themselves – words with power to move, to invigorate, to devastate.
How do you experience wind in your writing?