Shout out "Wa-hoo!" in glee and utter abandon.
I said before that I was gonna wait for a bit more... MORE of one.
Last night as I was leaving to pick up Eric (dh) from work, the wind kicked up so hard! I found out this morning that it was about 60mph, which is pretty good for these parts.
"Waaaaaahoooooooooo!" I shouted. I love wind. I mean, I really, really, love it. Dh hates it (he is a fisherman and now also rides a bike to work) and I always take personal offense to his "Damned wind" comments, as much as I do his "damned hippies" comments.
I then shouted it again just for good measure.
I grew up (early childhood, anyway) in Oklahoma, tornado territory. I like dark, dark storms. I remember waking up in the middle of the night when I was a kid (someone would be stirring, for some reason) and it would be pitch black - no street lights, really, back then, and least in the neighborhoods - and I felt so snug, and secure, and safe, and full.
Hurricane winds. Black as pitch nights. Howls so deep that you wonder if your house will stand. Skies so dark at three o'clock that you can't tell if it's a.m. or p.m. Thunder rolling. Lightning crashing.
Strange, maybe, but for me? It's all music.
Maybe it has something to do with the fact that the earth's demonstrations are a match for my own sometimes volatile thoughts and feelings.
Usually we don't hear, see, and feel the earth all at once, but when you walk outside, and it is demonstrating these powers, you feel it. It takes you out of yourself, and carries you away into It. Majestic. All consuming.
All the way to your soul.
Probably many folks won't understand it. It doesn't matter. It's enough that I was able to feel that wind, be whipped and bent by it, wonder if I was going to be carried away, and I was able to shout with glee and utter abandon, "waaa-hoooo!"
And I meant it.
This post is related to Joyful Quest: 103 in 861, which began here.