The Winds That Blow…

Last night…just after dark…there was a lovely…lightning display…which started well before the rain…and…I knew what I had to do…sit on the porch…

I know…probably not the smartest thing to do…but…there was no thunder…so…it felt safe…and…besides…the wind was blowing…and…Bertha…can’t resist the wind that blows…before the storm…

I asked…Berthaas she danced under the flashing sky…what it is about the wind…that mesmerizes…her…that always pulls her outside…and…me…along with her

Her answer…was both…familiar…and…surprising…it’s the…movement…it’s the ending…of…what is…and…the beginning…of…what will be…AKA…change…that intrigues her…

I whined a bit…but…change…is…hard…change…is…painful…

She laughed…and…reminded me…that so is…staying where I am…being stagnant…is hard…is painful…and…it really isn’t…safe…like I sometimes try to tell myself it is…

She pointed to the trees…swaying…their leaves in a flurry…to the beauty of the natural order of things…reminding me…that when…change…blows through my life…I can…sway…or…I can…break…it’s a choice…I get to make…

And…then…the rains came down…and…she danced even more…

Jane

Standing Still…

When I was a little girl…we used to play a game called freeze tag…the premise being…someone was it…and they chased everyone else…if they tagged you…you had to stand perfectly still…frozen…until someone else untagged you…

Now…I can’t remember much else about it…like what happened if you moved…is that what made you become…it…so that you had to be the chaser…that makes sense…but…Bertha…says the actual rules aren’t why she brought it up this morning…

No…she’s relating it to my life…to people or events that leave me…numb…standing still…frozen…until…another person or event…comes along…and…unfreezes me…

She reminds me…that becoming unfrozen…is an inside job…I don’t have to wait for someone else…something else…I only have to listen to my heart…and…move with the rhythm of the wind…

Today…I’m dancing…

Jane