A great wind is blowing, and that gives you either imagination
or a headache.
Catherine the Great
And all the wind around these parts
have brought to my mind a childhood poem
by Robert Louis Stevenson
Whenever the moon and stars are set,
Whenever the wind is high,
All night long in the dark and wet,
A man goes riding by.
Late in the night when the fires are out,
Why does he gallop and gallop about?
Whenever the trees are crying aloud,
And ships are tossed at sea,
By, on the highway, low and loud,
By at the gallop goes he.
By at the gallop he goes, and then
By he comes back at the gallop again.
That “man that gallops and gallops about”-
Those thoughts that race across the highways of your mind
very late at night
The pillow will not shut them out
The blanket will not cover them
They are faceless, and haunting and running away with your imagination!
So go- grab the reins!
Own your thoughts and turn them in to dreams.
Put a face to them and give them a name.
And that’s poetiquejustis
Be transformed by the renewing of your mind