Brother Wind is rattling the bones of my house big time, howling and haunting. Something in my own little brain has some vertigo today so I feel blown about on the inside too. We really are just one field, human and nature, I notice; what is going on inside noticeably similar to what is going outside – very, very often. Brother Wind just gave me a metaphor for use in the essay I am writing too. I wish I could mention it here, but the journal won’t accept articles that have any bits of them published elsewhere, so I won’t risk it. I want to thank my Brother for the idea though, because it really illuminated something for me.