I Shall Stay Until the Wind Changes...

Windy today – made me think about the idea of the winds changing. In Mary Poppins, she tells the children “I’ll stay until the wind changes” and it is understood that the wind does move, but does it change? Is changing merely moving, or is it more significant than that? It seems too easy for a person who lives their day to day, “moving’ along, to say they have changed. Maybe in order to change, we need to overcome something; something to serve as an anchor around which we begin our revolutions of life. If our reply to an old friend who inquires, “what’s been up” is “nothing much” have we changed? Grown? Or have we just been a part a pawn in the game of time, like a rock that sits in the underbrush, changing so insignificantly that its noteworthiness is in question. We all want to know that we have been changing, growing, in other words, enacting the human condition. We want to know that in terms of intellect, things are happening all the time, but how can we know for sure? If there are no tests to be graded, how do we know we’ve learned?