“Faeries, come take me out of this dull world,
For I would ride with you upon the wind,
Run on the top of the dishevelled tide,
And dance upon the mountains like a flame.”
~ W.B. Yeats, The Land of Heart’s Desire
Midnight at the farm.
After an unseasonally hot Spring day and a very warm night I’ve woken to a cool change coming through.
The wind has picked up, and the trees are positively dancing with the energy of it all. Everyone else is asleep now that the house has cooled, and I’m walking the floorboards, placing one bare foot after another in the dark like a stealthy Pirate Queen, trying to avoid the creaks that might wake someone up, so that I can steal outside on my own and commune with the coming storm.
Out here, on the veranda in the dark, I can smell the promise of rain. Every so often distant lightning brightens the sky for a moment and I see the dark bloom of sullen clouds. And all the while the wind is tearing down the valley, the limbs of the trees are thrashing, and the chimes are tinkling and clattering like some mad percussion orchestra.
The cows have all pushed into the thickets to take shelter, and the owls have holed up safely. The only thing running wild tonight is the wind.
This dark, mysterious nightscape is so alive. And I feel that same primal life force running through my veins, illuminating every cell in my body. I’m thrilling with this feeling of being alive. A year ago my prognosis was grim. But I am still here, gathering energy like this storm, mustering my powers and quietly building in intensity.
I’ll sit here now, snuggled into my prayer shawl, legs tucked beneath me on the old cane lounge, cracked open with awe and wonder, and wait for rain.
13 thoughts on “Listening to the Wind”
I so know this feeling! U Brought back a lot of memories. Thank you.
I think many of us know this feeling. We’re so blessed to have nature to connect us all. Much love to you <3 xx
You have painted the picture so well I can almost hear the wind …and it sounds wonderful .
Thank you for these beautiful words and thoughts Nicole. The wind has been wild around my forest mountain home these past couple of days. I do love the energy and exhilaration of the wind, and even though I feel safe at my core I also fear it’s strength and destructive ability. Says a lot about me at the moment I guess. Might have to let the winds of change roar around me at the moment. Love xxx
Incredible!!! So wonderfully describes how I feel about a rain storm, too.
And may I say, much gratitude have I, and pats on the back for you, for your successful recuperation, strength-gathering, blessings-accumulating, joyful regain of health!!!
Beautifully written. I felt I was there. You captured the oncoming storm perfectly. I am so glad you are gaining strength and I get to read your blog every morning, something I look forward to. It is like looking forward to hearing from an old friend. Love to you xox
I also love a good storm Seems to clear everything. Grateful as you are to be here on the planet having these experiences. Take care
I love your way with words Nicole. I read all your blogs and post… Your words have Ignited my passion, guided me, comforted, challenged me and found me. Thank You. xo
nicole, you have painted some beautiful images for us to ponder today! thank you. love, pamela
Beautiful..love awaiting the storm! That’s the release of gathering tension!
So happy your still here! Love xx
love, love,love this….stunning, stormy, rain drenched fairy witchy child running excitedly wild…so glad your strength is building Nicole. love this piece x.