It was easy to see the little red spider mites were lighter than a hair as they scattered along the porch railing. The slightest breeze would have rocked their world and sent them sailing. Each tiny bodies appeared to be no match for even a whispering summer gust. I pondered their future disorientation and likely demise, sharing compassion and even a pouting lip. Then I dig deeper.
What do I know of these things? The wind may be their salvation. Just what they are counting on to send them on their small life adventures.
So who am I to project my human experience onto these tiny creatures? Why be worried or concerned that they are blown away by the wind? Maybe sailing in the wind, even for a short moment is their life’s purpose.
Drawn by the simplicity of some species I reflect on the fairy like qualities of the Milkweeds that pop open to fly about like little fairies while they purposefully land to continue destinies path. Mother nature makes it all look perfectly natural to trust in that freefall.
Wouldn’t I like to be taken up by an inviting puff of air to soar? Ahhhh to be lifted by the wind and float aimlessly in a soothing gust and then cascade down into a new and undiscovered place.
I imagine myself akin to the butterfly, for their ability to fly with such poise, though I liken myself to a ladybug. Fluttering wings much more rapidly, safely armored, and ready for any landing.
And as I traveled to who knows where with the light current as my trusty steed I could end up in a blueberry bush, beside some sand glass on a the beach, on top the sweet complex petals of a peony, or ……………………….. poof. Gone with the wind.