The wind, stand tall,

I was watching a movie the other day and it was about a man who went to the country to live after he had lost everything. He found some people who he did not know and settled with them. He had not lived in the country but learned their ways. He learned to plant rice in fields of water and as he planted he noticed that the breeze would come and all would stand up and let the breeze blow against their faces and bodies standing silent for a short time. A ritual. Perhaps meditation. Perhaps just appreciating what is good about what one is doing. I love to run when a wind hits my face. I like the scripture in John 3:8 that says: The wind bloweth where it listeth, and thou hearest the sound thereof, but canst not tell whence it cometh, and whither it goeth: so is every one that is born of the Spirit..............later it is suggested that knowledge comes but if we don't accept what we see in front of our face we would not accept more. Standing with the wind in our face is enough. It was enough for those that stopped to experience it and then went back to work once it left. Good message. Don't know where it came from, or where it is going, but while it is with me it makes me stand tall. Love the wind in my face.