The Yang Nature of Wind

windy palmThe wind is raging here today. I mean wild, uncontrollable, palm-tree swaying, hope-small-children-don’t-fly-away crazy, powerful wind.

It’s so incredible.

This is the energy of Mother Nature. And it’s not so different from Human Nature.

We all have this wild, powerful energy in us. We used to show it as children. We stopped showing it when we became teenagers and were told to “act your age.”

All of those standards that make society run smoothly are fine. But don’t forget your wild nature. Don’t lock it up and throw away the key.

Learn to channel it. Learn to feel it again. Learn to let it ignite you.

Your own energy. Let it light you up.

In Chinese medicine there is a category of disharmony called Wind. It’s a Yang quality, as opposed to a Yin one, and there can be internal or external wind. Many physical ailments can be categorized under “Wind,” but the interesting part to me is how the wind we see in nature is quite like the wind we see in human activity [1].

Wind changes direction quickly. It has a rushed nature and urgency about it. It’s airy, light, and dry. It moves things from one place to another rapidly.

Sometimes we find our nature to be this way. Rushed, hurried, intense, airy.

The focus is not that one quality is worse than another, but rather that when we notice excess in one area, we can begin to approach it and encourage it back into balance. As humans we need yin and yang, we need dark and light, we need stillness and wild.

I am contemplating the New Moon that peaks tomorrow and how all the watery energy of the last few months is seeming to settle. Things are taking root, finding focus and commitment.

The windfest I am enjoying is miraculous because, as I see the palm trees swaying under the incredible windpower, I am content that my seeds will sprout strongly and one day weather storms like this just as gracefully, trusting their roots so much that they can wildly sway with the wind energy and enjoy the ride.

You, too.

Enjoy the ride.

[1] The Web That Has No Weaver, by Ted J. Kaptchuk