As weather goes, we have got off very lightly here in the east!  Elsewhere there are high tides, high winds, floods and downpours.  Devon and Cornwall are really bad and Wales little better.

Here in Anstruther, the sun is splitting the sky, the tide is crashing over the harbour wall and my washing is competing with the wind to see who can reach Scandinavia first.  It is so beautiful!

It brings out the best and the worst in the locals.  Rushing down to the post box this morning I had to lean into the wind to make any progress against it.  One man lost his hat.  Another complained loudly that never has a winter been quite so bad.  But the woman in the post office waxed lyrical about the seagulls hanging on the top of the wind and the lightness and playfulness she felt in the teeth of the gale.

It reminded me of the best of Celtic spirituality.  The ancient Celts believed that God was in the breath and therefore in the wind.  Imagine that.  As we stand in the gale, leaning into it and feeling it against us, we are actually leaning into the presence of God.  As we stand at the bus stop and feel the whirl of the wind skittering around us, could it be that God is there, playing with us, reminding us of his closeness, wrapping us up in a great big hug?

When I brought in the washing - no easy task! - it all  felt so soft.  All hardness had been well and truly blown away and I put folded towels into the airing cupboard till I needed them.  They will wrap around me in the morning when I come out the shower.

If God is in the wind, will he have that effect on me too?  Soft, pliable, comfortable?  A pleasure to be with?

Hmmmmm........I wonder?!

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