Sunday, April 22, 2007

Wind Passing

When I was a little girl, my mother and I would sit across my bed upstairs in our farmhouse, reading these words from a book she bought me called, Little Bits of Wisdom. This verse and picture are from that very book, purchased in 1967 when I was six years old. I often think of those days and these words when the wind is howling around me, as it is today.

If Chicago is the 'windy city', then Kansas must surely be the 'windy state'. The d
ays filled with bluster and blow are more common than not here, and there are times when it can be wearing. Many times we can barely get out our south door as it pushes in a backwards tug-of-war, and the hedgerows are bent in a permanent northeasterly direction from its unrelenting force. It howls at us on wintry days, swirling snow in drifts at our doorstep, and races across our prairie in a fury of tantrums during spring thunderstorms.

Yet... looking skyward one can see clouds in syncopation as the wind choreographs their dance, and the tall grass, wheat and wildflowers dip and sway in rippling response. A sea of green flows across the prairie as far as the eye can see; at one time carrying covered wagons upon its rolling waves.

And when the driving rains stop, the wind blows its gusty breath across muddy roads, bringing a warmth that transforms it back into a passable lane, and new leaves rustle together in whispered chatter, anxious to share their words after a long winter of barren boughs.

The wind and I have a love/hate relationship. But when I think back on the days when I was a child sitting on the bed with my mother, I remember those words we once read together. ...and regardless of the situation, the memory makes me smile.

"Who has seen the wind? Neither you nor I. But when the trees bow down their heads, the wind is passing by."

6 comments:

Zanne said...

It's very, very windy here in northern Illinois today, but that's only normal. I can tell you I get very nervous when there is no wind because around here it means that very bad things are about to happen, as in tornado....the calm before the storm.

Photo Buffet said...

Lori, I grew up in a valley where the north wind would blow through every few weeks. It stirred up fields and made everyone cranky. It was a relief when it left us.

At the time, I didn't think much about it, but that wind was like problems that sweep through. Nothing lasts forever, and if we can keep our eyes on the Lord and not our problems, it's a lot more bearable. Thanks for this reminder! Your writing always gives me lots to think about, Lori.

Networkchic said...

Those are the best moments...the ones that make you smile no matter what is in the here and now.

I have to tell you that today the wind almost knocked me right off my feet. There's something less beautiful about the wind here in Chicago...maybe because when you are standing in an open field the wind almost feels as if it's a part of you. Here in such a big city, the wind just reminds you how small you are in a sea of people.

martie said...

Thanks for the memories of stories read by mom at bedtime.

The wind gusted here yesterday to 50 mph......a little breezy for my liking!

alan said...

To be able to think of her and have those memories every time the wind blows...wow!

alan

John said...

Thanks for your kind (as always) comments on my last post. I too, prefer a breeze over an all-out gale, but the little boy in me still gets a big kick out of having to fight to stand upright in the strong stuff...something about withstanding the violence, I guess :)