The wind tells many stories. It journeys across the globe collecting tall tales of adventures passed, of lives lived on the edges of possibility, of lives lost on the margins of defeat. It howls through canyons, skips across rivers, slides through city scapes and along one way roads to somewhere only the wind knows. It swirls and dips and blows and cavorts into and out of time and space and far-off places only the wind can get free of.

Yesterday, when Ellie and I walked along the edge of the Reservoir, the wind blew in from the west, rustling through the trees, telling stories of places far away never travelled. It whispered through the grasses, calling out names never heard. It cajoled and coaxed and called and laughed and howled and blew in on itself, depositing its stories in the welcoming arms of willows and aspen and poplar and first who stood through time, firmly rooted in the soils of life, their arms open and welcoming to the stories the wind had to tell.

I walked through the wind as Ellie pranced along the edge of the slope leading down to the gun-metal waters below where the wind rippled across their surface whipping the waves into whitecaps of possibilities.

It was mystical. Wild and free. The wind blew and I leaned into its stories swirling all around. Calling me. Calling me. Calling me to listen, to hear, to know, to observe, to witness. This life. This moment. This time right now.

This is your one and only life the wind called. This is your moment to be passionate, wild and free. Live it up!

Sometimes, in the wind and thundering clouds and darkened skies, letting my imagination go sets loose my thinking. And in its far-flung wanderings dreams arise of anything and everything possible in this world.

And when I came home, I started a new blog. It is one of my contributions to A Million Acts of Peace.

It is my response to my heart’s desire to be who I want to be in the world, to create what I want to see in the world. It is my blessing for how I wish to treat others, how I wish to re known and seen. It is my blessing for beauty, wonder and awe in a world of love, joy and peace.

It is a poetry place where I can, Make Peace Happen.

I’m not sure what inspired me to create another blog — I do know the power of writing a poem a day on one subject. I continue to write C.C. a poem a day and the power of that act resonates throughout my being and my life and our relationship.

So I know — there is power in our words, there is power in each creative act.

Marilee, over at Rushing to Yoga Foundation, wrote a blog that stirred my thinking — she told about a dream where she awoke with the statement,  “Just do what you are able to do in this moment.  And only do that which your heart guides you to do.” as her mantra.

I like that idea. I like the thought of doing that which my heart guides me to do — with compassion and the intent to create peace in my world.

And so… I’ve created a new blog. My intent is to write a poem a day on Peace. To create the possibility of peace through exploring what it means through poetry. I hope you drop over to visit. I’d love to see you there, to add your voice to poems of peace.

Everything we do makes a difference.

Had I decided to write poems of anger, it would have made a difference.

Had I chosen to write poems of grief, it would have made a difference.

Yesterday, I felt the wind tugging at my mind, pulling at my heart. I heard the wind’s stories of far-flung spaces and far-off places and in its voice, I heard my heart calling me to write poems of peace.

It is the difference I want to create in the world.

Namaste.

And…. to inspire you, and to share peace and compassion in the world, Maureen at Writing without Paper shares a metta meditation video that is simple and easy and beautiful to experience. And in its experience, peace and compassion will be created in your world.

Here is the video Maureen shares — she also has more information on Sylvia Boorstein and her teachings in her blog today.