Writing my way through the A-to-Z blogging challenge, I’ve tasked myself with leading you on a meandering tour of the virtual garden of delights and curiosities and thoughts that make up my world – all through the lens of unusual, obscure, or simply charming-to-me words.
V is for…
vental: of or pertaining to the wind
Considering I shared a wind map link in my post yesterday, it makes me smile that I’ll be continuing a discussion about wind today.
For as long as I can remember, I’ve been fascinated by the wind. And when I was child and someone told me there was a song about a wind named Mariah, I was smitten. A wind could have a name! It was like something extraordinary opened up in me, and my world became so much bigger.
Now I love hearing how other cultures look at them. For the ancient Greeks the Anemoi were the four wind gods, each corresponding to the four cardinal directions from which they came – Boreas (North), Notus (South), Zephyrus (West) and Eurus (East). They were the children of Aeolus, the Keeper of the Winds, and Eos, the Titan goddess of the dawn.
While a few cultures have female wind goddesses, I especially like the Slavic one Dogoda, goddess of the west wind and love and gentleness. Don’t you want to be standing in that particular wind?
Eloise Hart in Holy Wind, Holy Spirit wrote:
“Soon after their birth, Navajo babies are ceremoniously presented to their “parents,” the winds who reside in the North, South, East, and West, who give them a “Little Wind” which, hidden in their earfolds where it cannot be seen, thereafter guides them — not with words but with thoughts — along the path of harmonious behavior. It reminds them that the life and breath that sustains them is the same life and breath that sustains all living beings; that their intentions and actions are part of the intelligent purpose of larger actions and motions; and that the wind that dwells within them is inextricably entwined with the Holy Wind that encompasses the cosmos. In this way Navajo youngsters come to feel a compassionate responsibility for all of creation.”
Isn’t that a beautiful? Don’t you love the image of guidance hiding in your earfolds?
The wind has always seemed a magical messenger to me, and since I was a child I’ve always been drawn to standing outside in the wind imagining, imagining, imagining what it would be like to be lifted, to spread my arms and fly. I remember great disappointment when it didn’t seem like that was ever going to happen. Luckily I learned to fly in my dreams. And into my waking life came the love of kites.
I totally delight in the idea that a kite’s essence is right there in the wind, spreading its beingness all over. Just like I love the idea of prayer flags sending their blessings into the wind to be carried everywhere. Every autumn I like to take a handful of leaves and write a blessing word on them and then wait until a windy day to release them on their way. All ways to send messages on the wind.
At harvest festivals in Japan kites were flown with stalks of rice attached as symbolic offerings of thanks for a good crop. When I first read that, my mind reeled with possibility – gratitude kites! Or maybe just kindness kites! That sounds wonderful as well.
And because what’s a day without poetry, here’s a charming haiku by Paul Bagshaw:
“Dream kite drank the sky, ripped my fingers for freedom, dragged me off my feet.”
What about you? Are you a wind lover? What’s hiding in your earfolds, whispering guidance? What message would you write on your kite? Do you dream of flying? Do tell – you know I love to hear.