29 November 2010

And the Wind 'Doth Blow

Today the wind gusts, and I thank God again and again that I'm in here, where I don't have to take the gusts full in the face. I grew up with the wind and all the different gifts it brings, the rains in summer and the snow in winter, and the terrible things it brought, too, hail and tornados and rushing underground to wait.

A month from now, I will be in a car heading back to that land of the winds. I'll take my daughter, my family, so that she may grow where I once grew.

I want her to know so many things: the power of the wind, and that she's protected from it. The joys of rain and snow, and why spring is such a big deal after all. I want her to have a backyard and kids to play with in the streets and trees to climb and hills for sledding.

Christmas-the-day this year may be hurried and harried, but this year we're all getting a fresh start. What better gift can I give my daughter and my husband and myself than that?

Thankful, today, with Ann.

Thankful for wind, the way it hustles and howls.
Thankful for first steps, and tentative grins when she falls.
Thankful for family and turkey and friends.
Thankful for Firefly, and the Annual Thanksgiving Rewatch.
Thankful for feeling better, after a weekend of mostly feeling crappy.
Thankful for new opportunities, for moving forward.
Thankful for renewed relationships with old friends.
Thankful for husband who loves through thick and thin.
Thankful for the way the light creeps across the wall all day.
Thankful for beauty even in the midst of chaos.

6 comments:

terri said...

i like this. i like you.

and i really like the way you treasure things that most people consider a bother. like the wind. and winter. and sadness.

that makes you very safe in my world.

Joelle said...

I believe there's a city in Spain with non-stop wind that has the highest suicide rate in the country. Because somehow wind dehydrates, depresses. I felt it whisking away my energy in eastern Montana. And I moan now when it comes a little less forcefully in New Mexico. But wind is good, really. Clarissa Pinkola Estes tells a magical story of women as jugglers--of water, earth, fire and wind. Women hold the elements to allow balance, to prevent flooding and destructive burning. Women hold wind back and blow fresh, invigorating life in its blasts. You juggle well, friend!

Laura said...

Your dreams for your little one touch me so. We want so much for them, don't we? How sweet she will walk the land you walked when your legs were small like hers.

Thankful with you.

emily wierenga said...

I'll take my daughter, my family, so that she may grow where I once grew.

this is what we did. and it's been nothing but good, since getting back. i pray God's peace on your backs as you go, loving mother. i like you. and i can't wait to get your thoughts on plato and art. e.

Tammy said...

Hi Sarah. Here is more of your thankful spirit. You are a gift.

Love to you
T

Flower Patch Farmgirl said...

Loved your comment at my place today. It's so encouraging to know others who are stepping out. And your list is just perfect. "A husband who loves through thick and thin". Amen to that!