At the Back of the North Wind

I wrote this outside (it's actually warm enough now!) mere minutes ago:

Isn't it strange how you can feel so close to someone and yet also feel that there is a distance in understanding?

It is strange and it's also strange how my life is so topsy-turvy.  It is changing rapidly and the funny thing is that I am aware of this and still I can scarcely really see all the changes.  It's like I am sprinting through a park and I am conscious that the scenery and my relation to the landscape is fluctuating yet it is only by intuition of the feel of the ground and quick flashes of what's around me that I can take in.

"I'm on my way/I don't know where I'm going/I'm on my way/I'm taking my time but I don't know where..."
-from the song Me and Julio Down by the Schoolyard by Simon and Garfunkel

Yes, and as much as I know it is necessary to plan and try to make things "work"; there is a part of me that just feels it is impossible and would rather be taken up by the wind.

Again, it reminds me of another piece of art: George MacDonald's novel "At the Back of the North Wind" which has a Great Lady character known as North Wind who blows the protagonist, a young boy named Diamond, to different places to teach him trust in her and about what life is.  It's a truly remarkable story.  It is one of my very favorites without doubt.  I do need to trust you, God.  Help me to trust your Great North Wind.