When the Wind Hurts

Windigo  and the Willingness to Forgive. 

Just Outside My Front Door…

Windigo is a malignant spirit that the Northern Algonquin tribes fear. He feeds on scarcity appearing on the Northwest Wind. Made of ice he turns forests into matchsticks and haunts the human soul. I think this force has taken over our land this  spring. It has surely entered my heart.

In Nature, Windigo roams at will untrammeled. The only antidote to his presence is acceptance. The Medicine that breaks the human spell is the willingness to forgive and be forgiven. That and letting go.

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