In my bastardized understanding of the state of Nirvana, the ultimate in Bhudist enlightenment, wind is described as disorder. Nirvana, as its opposite is the state of no wind, where things fall into place, align, make sense. Today wasn’t one of those days but was fruitful nonetheless.
Today I was reminded of the value of considering wind as a metaphor for understanding invisibility. It rains where I live, pretty much from now until about ten days after one loses sanity from the damp and darkness. In an extra bonus way, today it was also colossally windy. Many small but stable branches on the many trees that surround my house were felled and litter the ground as testaments to wind. But though I heard the wind and saw it sway the trees, I never actually saw the wind.
You might believe that you have seen the wind (nod to the author W.O. Mitchell for a book of the same name), when in fact all you’ve seen is the impact of why the wind does. We cannot see invisibility (perhaps because it is invisible?), but we sure can see what it does. If the scattered branches on my lawn are metaphoric of invisibility, it is because they are examples of what happens when unseen forces inform the outcome of things. Or maybe it’s just a windy windy day and some sand got in my ear and tickled my brain …. I think more the former than the latter but perhaps it’s somewhere in between.