Windmill in Faial, Azores How many of these did I see growing up? I think we even had a toy-like replica at one point. I love wind, especially listening to it move through the trees, like whispers to my soul. This windmill with its "wholey" blades reminds me of our vulnerabilities. We aren't solid form, energy passes through us but the whispers on the wind can still move us to extraordinary heights. It reminds me to live on purpose!