What are we truly listening to during our daily walks through chapters trying to be met? I love listening to the wind because I believe humans are missing out on multiple layers of lessons. The wind is known for carrying the seeds of plants and other things, what if there's something that we should be recognizing? On this podcast I talk about standing in front of Versace's house in Florida the moment I learned of his passing. I didn't know how to handle the news except to take note of a beautiful white feather right where I was standing. I carry my writing tablets with me at all times. You never know when the wind will be spreading seeds. On that particular night I couldn't escape the South Beach winds. Writing was a struggle. Every gust pushed the pages onto my writing path. That's when I began to think about how many souls must be moving through that area of Florida sharing with those walking a final thought or prayer. I know! Way out there! Not to a creative mind that spent his entire childhood fearing the strong gusts of wind in Montana. Learning to trust it is one thing. Knowing there are lessons to be learned is a lifelong journey. I'm not saying I heard Versace's voice that night or openly play with the idea that a greater power from the universe tapped my shoulder. I just know how much I was moved by the presence of something that peacefully whispered "Let go and participate with the universe." The circles that began to open. The conversations I no longer ran from. How far do you walk before that feeling in your heart is no longer heard? Only to spend days, months and even years trying to reactivate the moment. But you can't. You were just a passerby that happened to be in the right place and didn't know it.