I used to hate the wind

I had a moment of clarity walking on the beach on Longboat Key. I used to say I hated the wind. I used to dislike the feeling of wind blowing. I questioned that thought and as I was walking on the beach, I felt the sensation of the wind blowing and I actually enjoyed it. It was warm. Not sure if I am ready to embrace cold wind yet, but for that moment, I was able to experience the wind with no story.

Passover

Who would you be without your story? This book title asks a question that I cannot stop thinking about, particularly during Passover, the holiday that is THE story of the Jewish people, and what a story it is. Does it matter if you believe this story? I don't think so. More later.