winds-day

The wind is blowing fiercely today. It started around Callum's bedtime last night (It always seems to start around Callum's bedtime, rattling his shutters and making for restless sleep.) and seemed to pick up as the night went on. Each fall the acorns hit the house and sound (quite literally) like gunshots. Last night that sound woke us up over and over.

We're all feeling a bit fractious today.

Unexpectedly, I had the chance to catch up with two dear, but far away friends yesterday. (Look at me, all phone-talkey and social.) Despite the delightful conversations, they are both hemmed in by worry and sadness. And late last night, an email from my mom about her sister, my only aunt, dealing with her own health worries. (I'll email you later today, Mom.)

It's a lot. All around us. I had been thinking a good bit, even before a class started making me more reflective, about changes I've been wanting to make for our family. I'm not going to lie. It's been a rocky autumn around here. Windy and fractious. Those changes, mostly little but for a greater good, seem terribly necessary. But what days like yesterday remind me is that the most important work I can do is to be still and listen. To try to hold the worry lightly, both for myself and others. And to pay attention. Both inside my house and out.

Comments

[Mark]

Lauren, it's about all you can do. And people appreciate that mostly anyway.Sending positive thoughts out to your Aunt who I never knew existed before right now.Gotta go! Need to grab some coffee before Rush comes on.m.

[Mary Jane]

Change and threats of loss and actual losses are always just around the corner I think. I agree, sweetie, (with you, too, Mark) that being still and attempting to hold pain lightly seems the best we can do. It helped me a lot that my 72 year old sister, after telling me about her illness, shifted to telling me about the tutus she made for herself and two co-workers for her office Halloween party. They'll wear leotards, tights and tutus. Ann ordered masks for them. One woman will be the black swan and the other two will be white swans. No wonder my mom liked my sister better than me. She was always able to sew up a tutu, so to speak, and cheer everybody up. While I went around like Eeyore, always weeping about something. (I should have bought stock in the Kleenex company a long time ago.)

I love you, sweetie. It's winds day here in Tennessee too.

[barefoot mama]

It is a lot....everywhere the world seems a little upside down right now. Like we're all getting ready for a change but no one knows what it is.Or, Maybe it's just the need for change that we are sensing.I really like this post! Barefoot mama

[Hilary Inspired]

Lauren, you write so beautifully and honestly. I can understand your stress and certainly hope that you find peace and serenity soon.

[leah of sang the bird]

a beautiful post. i hope the wind settles... and peace can return xxx