The Winds of the Universe begin as one eternal breath that disperses as it flows into a multitude of wayward turbulances: warm winds and cool breezes, dragging the sea into waves,  bending the flowers and trees, supporting the wings of birds and butterflies, wafting the scent of flowers, transporting pollens and seeds  and passing through every living entity ~ carrying the story of aeons and telling itself in chapters through each of us.

The winds of the universe infuse our inner and outer landscapes via breath and like the chimes of distant bells the memory of this eternal song resounds it's harmonies through both worlds. A good place to listen to the story of aeons is from the top of the overseeing mountain.