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Wind Talk
The age of the wind is:
a) a billion years older than the Empire State Building
b) three hundred years older than the Alps.
c) a day younger than the sea.
d) two months younger than your daughter.
e) a wind will be born when you pass away.
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i’d say c)
1 In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth.
2 Now the earth was [a] formless and empty, darkness was over the surface of the deep, and the Spirit of God was hovering over the waters.
3 And God said, “Let there be light,” and there was light. 4 God saw that the light was good, and He separated the light from the darkness. 5 God called the light “day,” and the darkness he called “night.” And there was evening, and there was morning—the first day.
6 And God said, “Let there be an expanse between the waters to separate water from water.” 7 So God made the expanse and separated the water under the expanse from the water above it. And it was so. 8 God called the expanse “sky.” And there was evening, and there was morning—the second day.
look to tomorrow
another one for you all
look back in time i did
as long as the site doesn’t close you can acorn away forever.
but never mind the sadness.
here’s t the wind that blows between us all. I sometimes wondered what happened to the wind and now i know
The wind of ages. a/
Wind back time and this same wind blew. We inhale the same breaths as our ancestors and we share with our enemies.
I feel so fortunate to be alive today.
Wow. I tear is running down my face and there is nothing I could do to stop it. I thought that maybe if I ignored the issue that there have been 100 then they would just continue forever. I feel so honored to have taken part in this exhibit of your amazing art. Thank you Thank you Thank you.
Wind is all of these things, young and old, big and small, gentle and bold. It can caress and whip, whistle and hum, breeze or blast, but mostly it is nature, it touches all of nature.
A friend told me once that when a person feels out of contact with nature, find a place where it is quiet (as you can manage) and sit quietly, slowly breathing in and out, realizing that the air is nature, and it fills you with each breath, therefore you are nature, too. Be one with it.
All my love to you Yoko and all of you other “regulars”. You will be in my thoughts and prayers. Jamie L Holen (Lavinialuna)
Thank you, Yoko, for 100 Acorns! It enriched my life. And thank you to all the posters too for your thoughtful and inspiring comments!
Yoko, you were the love of John’s life, you was his ‘muse’, and no one else.
Yoko, thank you for your acorns. They made me think, although I didn’t comment often. Just being the introvert type I am.
i ii iii
Els
the wind is a day
before tide comes up
a night before moonshine
carries the shifting dancing heartbeat
in a whoosh
yes!
how about a ‘p.s.’
and a ‘p.p.s.’
and a ‘p.p.p.s.’
on
into
infinity!
yes!
say it ain’t so!
haven’t bean counting ~
before visiting today, i was thinking of what it would be like to have a day without acorns ~
thinking of what i might post for that last acorn ~
thinking of how i’ve become dependent and attached ~
reflecting on how my mood has changed ~
how i might be told i need little red or yellow pills in order to sustain moods ~
realizing that what i need is little acorns ~
to stow away ~
carry around all day ~
mull ~
thinking there were many more days left ~
surely these were to go well into november!
and the sad sad realization that this is 100th acorn ~
thank you so much for these, yoko ~ it’s bean lovely ~
the wiiind has not bean born yet ~
if i am fortunate, a great wiiind will visit when i pass away ~
i ii iii
I’m very lazy to do math, so my choice is e) not because it’s the easier to calculate, but because of the beautiful image has created in my mind.
I love all the comments, but the one by caledonian jim has made me think that Yoko came with a very similar question in her song WHO HAS SEEN THE WIND? Listen:
Who has seen the wind?
Neither you nor i.
But when the trees bow down their heads
The wind is passing by.
Oh, wind, wind,
Wind, wind, wind.
Who has seen enough?
Only me and john.
But when a smile goes round the world
Our love is catching on.
Oh, smile, smile,
Smile, smile, smile.
Who has seen your dream?
Only you and him.
But when the world gets bright and clear
You know that we were there.
Oh, world, world,
World, world, world.
……………………………
I can’t believe this is the last acorn! Are you, all of you, sure? Damn! Now that I have started to enjoy the game! Life! sob, sob…and sob!
May I ask for just one more? Yes, please. A quick one for tomorrow Monday!
A love wink to all of you and a special one to Yoko
,-) Oh my! winking through internet it’s really easy to do! No blush, no dying feelings. Life!
c) A day younger than the sea
Thanks for the Acorns, Yoko. They made me think and I love things that make me think.
Ohhhhh, the last Acorn.
Loved it. Thank you Yoko.
The age of the wind is e) Divine wind
Happiness to all.
I love you Yoko! I love these mind games! Peace!
Erica
In the 1950′s Frank Sinatra was visiting a home for blind children, part of a lot of charity work he did without fuss or publicity.
One young girl, blind from birth, asked him: “what colour is the wind?” Everyone around was broken up – as you would be – but Sinatra was equal to the situation. He said to the girl: “No-one knows, Kid – it travels so fast you can’t see it”
No-one who could think on his feet like that and be so kind could ever be regarded as all bad.
As we come and go,
from this dimension,
a soft breeze,
creates a presence,
that whispers,
a knowingness.
In spirit,
we move,
like the wind,
a presence,
unseen,
yet felt.
*.:｡✿*ﾟ‘ﾟ･✿.｡.:* *.:｡✿*ﾟ’ﾟ･✿.｡.:*
In dedication to my always present Lily,
the soft breeze that caresses my skin,
to remind me that we are all one.
*.:｡✿*ﾟ‘ﾟ･✿.｡.:* *.:｡✿*ﾟ’ﾟ･✿.｡.:*
LOVE & LIGHT
100 acorns today, Goodbye Yoko.
This was a great experiment, be at peace child.