The Winds of Love
The hawk lives in the wind around the Golden Gate Bridge. When we lived in California, Alexis and I walked along a trail near the bridge and watched the hawk one day. It was suspended in air, in the high wind.
We watched it swoop down for food and then fly upward like a rocket to perch on the bridge. Then it was in full flight, soaring on the wind toward the majestic hills of San Francisco.
The hawk knows every feature of the wind: How to glide in the summer breeze of shining days…how to navigate the wind in turbulent times… And when the Pacific fog buries its world, the hawk moves slowly toward the fog’s edge, waiting for it to lift.
When you fall in love, you live in a summer breeze;
when you stay in love, you learn to live in the winds of love.
Like the hawk, you glide together on the summer breeze of shining days. You navigate together through the times of turbulence, until it moves on and the beauty of your world emerges again. And when the fog buries your world and you lose sight of each other, you hold hands and move slowly toward the fog’s edge, waiting for it to lift.
When you learn how to live in the winds of love…when you learn that the shining days sometimes give way to the gusts and the squalls and the storms and the fog of life…only then do you stay in love.