Imagine Something Wondrous 5: Wind Spirit

Posted on by Teagan Riordain Geneviene

Saturday, February 21, 2026 

Amber horse hooves sparks girl by Teagan via NC

Happy Lunar New Year

Hello, all.  I guess I’m late with that wish.  I made the “Fire Horse” image for a Night Cafe daily challenge, but at the time I wasn’t satisfied with it for the holiday.  However, a different post came to me today, and it fit. 

Here in my high-desert corner of the world, thousands of feet above sea level, ferocious winds have scoured the landscape throughout the week. The sounds from the winds are inescapable, and they dominated my thoughts when I tried to ponder a utopia for your visit today.  So, I don’t have a fantastical city for you to enter today.  Rather, I hope to strike a chord with some awareness, deep within you.  Without further preamble, step with me into a wondrous fantastical moment.

Imagine Something Wondrous

Some can feel the energy of a place, the spirit that first gave it life.  Its voice reverberates in harmonic tones, giving voice to the winds.  In turn, the winds dance, energetically summoning dirt and dust until a beige wall encroaches, blotting out neighboring streets, and even the mountains themselves. 

Yet it doesn’t bring darkness.  The wall reflects bright if sickly-colored whitish light.  Above the furor of the zephyr the spirits swirl and prance and leap.  Finally, after days of an ecstatic Jarabe Tapatio, they go back to their mystical homes.  Leaving the humans to wonder at their passage.

As the howling wind slows to a whisper, we emerge to a clear pink dawn.   If you focus on that murmur, you can follow to a sacred place.   On a mystical mesa, towering rocks bracket the rising sun.  The pink fiery clouds of dawn summon those who are attuned. 

Desert rocks bracket rising sun by Teagan via Night Cafe

Having greeted the dawn in this windswept place, we move to a magical pool where we quench our thirst for understanding.  Refreshed, we walk into the morning light.

A hawk cries out its message for the day.  We hear it and feel it and resonate with an indefinable truth.  We commune with the spirits that dwell in the stones and minerals and caverns of the earth, the agate and turquoise and silver. 

In the golden glow of early evening we marvel at flowers on cacti and sage.  Hummingbirds hover at orange blossoms on the tips of tall thornbushes.  The mystery of blossoms spins a strand that pulls together all the sensations of the day.

As the sun lowers on the horizon, the stones begin to hum.  Their vibration joins that of the ever-present wind.  The tones resonate up through the soles of our feet.  Then, not unlike the spirits of the earth and sky, though in a much gentler way, we hum, and sway, and dance.

Thank you for joining me today.  Thank you for strengthening your imagination and sharing something wondrous.  Friendly comments are welcome.  Hugs on the wing.

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51 thoughts on “Imagine Something Wondrous 5: Wind Spirit”

    1. Thanks, Edward. I’m happy you like that image. I made at least six of that one. It was actually my description of a horse made of amber, with fire sparking from its hooves. (The challenge was for an animal made of crystal.) With all the fires here in warm weather, I just couldn’t deal with the idea of any animal made of fire. But the images I made of the amber horse had a glow like an inner sun, and I decided those were my fire horse. Wishing you a satisfying weekend. Hugs.

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      1. You’re welcome. Your hard work paid off because the image was excellent. The fire sparking from the hooves was what interested me the most. I hear you about the fires, we’ve had a few of those around here lately, but all your images nicely depicted your environment, and they were beautiful. So kudos, my friend.

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  5. Oh Teagan, your winds carried me right into that mesa. I could almost feel the scouring gusts and then the hush. That sacred pause when the dawn turns pink and the world feels newly washed. You have such a gift for animating landscape, for letting stones hum and spirits swirl without ever losing that thread of joy.

    What I love most is how you invite us not into spectacle, but into awareness. The hawk’s cry. The hum beneath our feet. The blossoms spinning their quiet mystery. It’s not utopia in the usual sense. I believe that it’s attentiveness. And that is far more powerful. Thank you for reminding us to strengthen imagination not as escape, but as attunement. Hugs coming back on speedy wings to you and the Scoobies!

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    1. Dear Rebecca — you absolutely get it. Thank you from my heart for this mindful comment. I have some kind of virus or maybe an asthma thing (given a week of duststorms), and was feeling unwell — but you have certainly made me feel better.
      I love your term “sacred pause” — that’s beautiful. “Spectacle” as compared to “awareness” is very insightful. “imagination not as escape, but as attunement” is exactly what I had in mind. Thank you for all of this not just encouragement, but confirmation. Hugs winging back to you.

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  7. Your descriptions and photos are beautiful, Teagan. I learned from our fellow blogger Miriam that ‘fire’ only occurs on the Zodiac animal in years that end in 6 and 7. So this year and next year we are in for passion, independence, and rapid transformation. I’m excited!

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    1. LOL, for once you didn’t land in the SPAM folder.
      Lately everybody is having a rough time imagining anything positive. I couldn’t bring to mind the kind of thing I wanted at all (the world thing). The first descriptions here are just me looking out my window at the dust storm. It felt like a physical battle to pull out something positive. I guess that makes it even more important though. Hugs.

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    1. Thanks, Dan. Today, sustained winds are “only” around 10 mph, and the gusts aren’t too bad. It seems the spring winds have already started, so this will be a normal day for a few months, with those “beige wall” skies being frequent. Here’s to rising spirits. Hugs.

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