One thing I’ve noticed is I also love storms. Honestly I do prefer to be behind glass and feeling somewhat safe. But I think even when I don’t feel all that same I still like storms. Maybe it was from growing up in a place that had hurricanes on a regular basis. But I’m not…

Recently I found myself standing chest deep in the Columbia river, staring up wind, watching the water around me being whipped into a frenzy by the wind. All the while I have this huge grin on my face. Suddenly I had the thought ‘I am wind powered’