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

Becoming…

I love the still of the morning…before…the world…is awake…

For me…it’s a time of…no demands…the phone isn’t going to ring…there’s no one to ask me to do anything…even the house feels silent…not demanding that I clean…or repair…just letting me be…

So…I step outside…

Where there’s something magical…about the early morning sky…twixt…night and day…as the clouds turn pink from the sun’s arrival…yet the moon…still rules the sky…making it…neither…night…nor…day…

Bertha…says…it reminds her of my life…of transitions…in particular…of those times…that…I am neither…here…nor…there…but…rather…in a place of…becoming

I have to say…that I have traditionally found…this place…to be uncomfortable…unlike the sun and the moon…that appear to savor the beauty of the moment…I’ve wanted to rush through the process…getting to…there…as quickly as possible…but…missing…the beauty…of…becoming

So…now…as I drink my coffee…I contemplate…the silence…the beauty…the becoming…and…I have to agree…it’s a lovely place to be…

Jane