I was sitting on my front verandah today (a place where you will often find me). It was madly windy and I usually don’t like the wind. Of all the weather, wind is least tolerable.
Reckless, disrupting, tearing, heartless wind.
My children were playing beside me; for once lost in a game and the ‘hey mum can I’s were either absent or lost to the wind. It was just me and the whipping trees and rushing grasses.
So much sadness around when the new year started so promisingly, I thought. And then the wind blew this thought my way.
Still promising.
Still promising, still hopeful. Still endlessly maybe.
And treat those two imposters just the same…
Never sad for long.
On we trudge, towards a skip. On we skip towards our maybe.
[Image by Kimberley Levick]
_vTg_ says
I also particularly dislike wind so I like your euphemistic take on it. I remember seeing temples in Japan which had wire racks where people would tie pieces of paper with their wishes to be blown to the gods via the wind. If only we could do the same with troubles.
The longer this week continues, and wherever I look, the more I am convinced it’s a really cruddy one for all involved. May the remaining 50 weeks of 2011 hold more promise.
Kelly says
What beautiful words ♥
Brenda @ Mira Narnie says
spectacular!! I’ve had eerie feelings all day – such sadness going around. I love your sentiment. Your children new it was coming me thinks and let the wind bring that thought to you
much love to you dear maxabella
xx
Loz says
And in the bad times lets remember they too shall pass
Toni says
To paraphrase Count Rugen in my favourite movie of all time:
“If you haven’t got hope, you haven’t got anything.”
I love the wind. Really love it. Not so keen on the start to this year though. So here’s to hope.
The Rhythm Method says
Such a sad old week. Its nice to have the wind of little feet rushing around the house as the media play their sad song and the rain buckets down around. x
Notchka says
I’m so sorry your grieving right now – crickey, its only been a week since I last checked in with you. Kipling was a bit amazing eh?
Life In A Pink Fibro says
xxxx
Rachel says
Hug
Lucy says
It sounds like we had a very similar kind of day.
I walked with the kids and swang on a rope swing. It helped.
xx
Becky says
I was reflecting on this very same thing today. I was feeling quite meloncholoy that the so-very-promising start to the year has already turned into such a disaster. And then I thought I had to stay positive and try to not focus on the bad, otherwise I am going to go under in sorrow!!
Thank you for reminding me again.
Cate says
there’s still a lot of this year to go…
love kipling so much – best poem – such wise words
xxxCate
My New Normal says
What a lovely poem, I’ll try and take it to heart. Thanks for stopping by my blog. You raise a good point, how will I know when I’ve reached my new normal?? I suppose at this point I really have no idea. I am your newest follower.
Marion Williams-Bennett says
So much sadness for a good soul.
I am wishing you peace and feeling tremendously grateful to you for finding these words and creating this beautiful post.
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Megan Blandford says
Beautiful.
Little Ted Canvas says
I don’t usually like the wind either, but strangely yesterday I felt so pleased to feel it, I hoped it might be in qld too, to help dry up some of those waters, the humidity & help everyone to push on…it’s a feeling of relief to be safe, sadness for all those affected & suffering such loss & a little useless to be so far away. My thoughts are with everyone constantly & I pray for their safety. x
m.e (Cathie) says
beautiful words Ms Maxabella.
the year has started off somewhat disappointing..
♥
x0xJ says
Perfectly put.
The future is something that lies ahead of us, and only we can choose which path to take.
Tricia Rose says
It has been a tragic start to the year, can’t make sense of so much –
My mother used to recite ‘If’, but end it with:
“You’ll be a WOMAN, son!” It always tickled me.
Kymmie says
Gorgeous. Sad. Moving. xx
Tai Tai says
You’re like that calming voice that we all need right now. Thanks x
Good Golly Miss Holly! says
Amen sister, I can always rely on you to help put things into perspective x
A Farmer's Wife says
For a variety of reasons, some close to my family personally and some out in our wider community, we have had a slightly dodgy start to 2011 too. I am choosing to see it as getting all the bad stuff out of the way nice and early in the year….
I agree that there is still much, much promise.
Langdowns says
Lovely
Seaside Siblings says
Such movingly sad words. Hope you are keeping safe x
Naturally Carol says
This made me think of my New Year’s post and the thought that this year was about ‘hope and new beginnings’…that is what I most desire for all of the people of Queensland now…a sense of hope for the future and a new beginning to rise like a phoenix out of the ashes of destruction and loss.
myshoeboxlife.com says
This is exactly how I felt this week, I wish I could have put it into words like you have. I tried to draft a post but all I could muster was the simple fact that I felt like I held my breath all week. And then yesterday, a little voice in my head just said breathe, and I did, and it helped. xx
cityhippyfarmgirl says
Beautifully written
Wanderlust says
What a gorgeous post. There is always promise, always! xo
suburp says
I’m afraid of storms and dread the cyclone they talk about in Qld now, but I always liked a strong fresh wind to clear my head.
this made me think of a poem of hope that has been very important for me – i need to find it to post – thank you!xx
Being Me says
I love it. Simple and organic way of getting back to the heart. It’s the constants – like the wind – in times like these that help us regain our resolve xoxox
suburp says
found back the poem. 🙂
thanks for the inspiration, posted it today, have a look x