Haven't done that in awhile...

[lithera]

Things were very frustrating here earlier.

So, I went and did something I haven't done for awhile.

I went outside, took in a deep breath, threw my arms wide and let it out again. I threw myself to the wind. Maybe it is coincidence, maybe it isn't, but the wind gusted and nearly knocked me off of my feet. I walked in the wind, it blowing my hair out of my face. When I turned around and came back it did the same. I appreciate that.

It used to be that anytime there was a good breeze there would be a smile on my face. The sheer presence of a wind was enough to lighten my mood. It was because I was listening and because I was letting it take the stress away.

I used to say that the wind was telling me jokes. People used to ask me what the jokes were and I'd shrug. I don't understand what the wind is saying. I just know that it is funny.

Things are still not the best here. I love it when people blame the computer for something they did. There are so many frustrating things going on right now. I don't even have the words to explain. So, I'll just be spending more time outside.

Comments

[jinian.livejournal.com]

Thanks for writing that about the wind. I love it too. Never thought about it as jokes, but it sometimes feels like it blows right through me and that cracks me up.

[lithera.livejournal.com]

Keen. It does feel like that at times and other times I think I can almost... almost hear the words of something.

[fixerbard.livejournal.com]

when i've thrown myself into the wind I can just feel ... well for lack of a better term ... energy ... kinda revializes my day ya know. That's one thing I miss about WWU campus, being all bundled up in a T-shirt, Thermal, Pull-over then a heavy jacket all tied down with scarf with my pack on my back, and just kinda throw myself into it on my way to class.

[lithera.livejournal.com]

Yeah. Bellingham has great winds.

[thezzyzx.livejournal.com]

This reminds me a bit of 9/21/99. I was in Tuscon as a prelude to the grand return to Las Cruces event. The show (you knew this had to involve a show, right? ;)) was at a fairgrounds just east of town. Since Phish don't draw well in the Mountain time zone, the place was like 1/4 full. It was a blustery night and I ended up spending most of it nowhere near the stage. Rather I was out towards the end of the venue, watching the clouds blow across the moon and feeling the wind whip around me.

I don't think I could ever live there again, but when I think of nights like that I really miss the desert.

[hopeevey.livejournal.com]

While I don't have exactly the same experience, I think I know what you mean. Defintley let the wind have your stress.