The Tumbleweed – Trusting the Wind That Moves Us
There is a kind of grace and beauty in detachment—an understanding that we are not always meant to hold on, not always meant to have all the answers.
The tumbleweed lets go of its roots not because it gives up, but because its time to move has come. It doesn’t make those decisions; they are made for it. And so, it rolls—not knowing where it’s going, only that it must. Its entire existence is a non-stop journey without ever knowing its destination or purpose. It just goes freely, guided by the invisible, which is an intrinsic part of itself.
The Beauty of Moving Without Knowing
Many of us live like this, quietly moving through life’s seasons without a clear destination. We may feel lost, especially in a world that demands certainty, plans, and progress. But underneath the surface, something wiser may be at work.
Deep inside, there’s a quiet knowing—a voice, a thought—that sometimes becomes loud and outspoken within your own sense of self.
What If the Wind Knows?
What if the unseen wind that carries the tumbleweed is not chaos, but a hidden order—a quiet intelligence that knows more than we do?
And what if we, too, are being carried by forces that are subtle, magnificent, and loving, even if we don’t always understand them?
We Are Not Alone
We are not as alone as we think. Even when we drift, we are drifting together as part of one.
Millions of invisible paths cross and touch in ways we may never see. Like tumbleweeds, we each carry seeds—ideas, feelings, energy, presence, and love—and without even realizing it, we may “plant” something in someone else’s life just by passing through.
The Seeds We Leave Behind
That smile you gave a stranger.
That conversation that stayed with someone long after you forgot it.
That time you listened when it mattered most.
Small things—but they travel far, like seeds in the wind.
Trusting the Journey
In a world where purpose is often tied to achievement and productivity, there is something beautifully radical about simply being moved—about trusting that the journey itself matters, even when the path is unclear.
We are not lost.
We are not alone.
We are not purposeless.
We are part of something larger, something magnificent and mysterious.
We are being carried. And you are carrying others, too.
The Sacred Surrender
This is a universal dance where tumbleweeds move to the wind’s command. A total acceptance that the wind will know where to spread the seeds, which path to take.
And the tumbleweed fulfills its path.
It trusts the wind.
It surrenders to life.
