Thursday, March 11, 2010

Which Way Blow the Prevailing Winds?

I can't figure it out, I tell you. There's been a definite shift in the universal winds, a movement after months of stagnation, a scent of change in the air.

And most of it is forward motion - something I've hoped and worked for.

But just as I take a deep breath, preparing to let out an exhale that's been waiting to escape for months now, the winds shift.

Not so fast there, whippersnapper. Better shift your balance - wouldn't want you to get lazy or overly confident. To the nimble go the spoils.

Okay, I'm on my toes. I'm paying attention. I'm trying not to put a value on any of it, seeing it all as a learning experience, all of it as something that offers me something I can use.

The wind is great for new beginnings. Ever go outside after a wind storm and notice all the dead sticks, branches and leaves on the ground? That violence gave everything a good shaking and cleaned out all the dead wood, making room for growth.

Wind is exciting, too. When I was a kid, I stood out in front of my uncle's farmhouse and watched a tornado coming up the road. I was so enthralled it didn't occur to me to be afraid until he came out and yelled for me to get inside.

The tail of a hurricane blew through our town when I lived in Connecticut. After going outside to hustle Vito, our ornery cat, to safety, I stayed outside and let the wind whip me around. It was just enough to be exhilirating, not so much as to be terrifying. I'd do it again in a heartbeat.

I guess I'll be putting that exhale off for awhile longer. Better just to stick with the calm, even breaths and let the wild winds do the work.


Miranda said...

Wonderful! Know exactly what you mean...

Susan said...

It'll be interesting to see how it all shakes out, huh?

Ruth said...

Don't you just love it? Just when you think you can settle down. But hey, life is exciting.

And wind. Oh yes. I come from a family of women who LOVE wind. One sister has been known to just go sit out on the dock wrapped in a quilt while she is buffeted by big wind. I do love it, except when it causes damage, of course. Drama. C'est moi.

Jo said...

Oh, yes...

Wind is nature's force in cleaning up all the flotsam and jetsam.

I love wind, which is lucky because we get a lot of huge storms that blow in off the Pacific Ocean. But everything is cleaner afterwards.