(The Iris Diaries)
“The wind blows where it wishes, and you hear its sound, but you do not know where it comes from or where it goes. So it is with everyone who is born of the Spirit.” (John 3:8)
Iris follows the wind. She loves the comfort of encircling breezes and her hair being tossed about. The wind whispers in her ear when she is resting in her bed and calls her secret name when it is time to awaken. She loves being like a leaf, with no knowledge of where he will carry her each day. She clutches a stick in her right hand when she walks, and sometimes she uses it as a wand to weave the strands of air into shadowy shapes.
She seems to be a drifter, but Iris is always at work. She inquires of the wind about where to go, and what to do. She is like a flute that he plays in the canyons. Her ears are filled with music, and every day is an adventure on the windblown path.
The woman who loves the wind has many dreams. In one of them, she is wandering down a long misty road in search of a city, and she sees a familiar man by the wayside. She asks him, “Can you tell me the way to the gates of the city?” Without speaking, the man hands her a key. He never gives her directions, as if she already knows the way.
“And whither I go ye know, and the way ye know.” (John 14:4)
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