It is warmer today. The evening breeze is tropical. Rain is coming. There is a lot of wind. Wind is a fact of life in our time. My cloth hat requires its wind strap. Have you ever lost a cloth or straw hat in the wind? It’s hard to catch. MJ lost her hat on the dock of a cruise liner, and a woman almost followed it into the ocean. Decisions are a bit like the wind. We follow the way they are blowing. If the winds are good, we feel upbeat. If there are ill winds, we follow their downward path. Mecurial, we are with a changing barometric pressure.

Sad people have felt the wind of change. Wind they did not see on their horizon. Their heading was due north when the wind blew them leeward. They need to adjust the jib to assist the mainsail with a course correction.

Ill winds leave ill people in their wake. Too many unforeseen gusts. Houses that are not made of brick or stone are destroyed. Just ask the Three Little Pigs. Two of the Three Pigs had their house blown down by the Wolf. The Wolf is blowing ill wind today. Vulnerable people are at the mercy of powerful political Wolves. They huff and they puff and they blow their house down. Who will care when the Church For Real Americans says go back to your own country, even though the homeless were born in the United States? Or the benevolent congregation says become like us and you will be rich…

There is a calm breeze in the woods. No manual to read on how to change the country. No loudspeakers with the incessant sound of the obdurate and obtuse. The peacemaker is there. Life continues on pace. There is meaning in helping those who can not help themselves. There is love on the silken wings of a butterfly…