In the middle of the night recently, I heard the wind get. It roiled around, whooshing through trees and bringing a breeze to my face through our a little open bed room window. Slowly, I was large awake with a couple of demanding ideas– What if we lose power? What if a tree falls?– so I got up and muffled the noise with a fan for white sound.
I slept peacefully the remainder of the night, however through a waterfall of vibrant dreams. When I awakened, it was still windy. Palmer is going to Palmer.
We’re vacating our house quickly, and I have the both looming and increased awareness that my time in this specific area is limited. It’s an unusual sensation to have a set move-out date for what is a brick-and-mortar house, however likewise a whole period of my life.
Not surprising that I’m having wild dreams.
That early morning, I pressed myself to go on a walk. I’m a 10,000-steps-per-day individual now, so even with the numerous moving parts, loose ends and limitless tasks that include carrying out a relocation, I required to satisfy my regimen.
The wind wasn’t precisely a draw. I zipped up my coat high and braced myself.
Then a couple of things occurred in the period of about a minute.
The very first thing was seeing a raven wheeling around in the wind prior to choosing an electrical post. I do not consider myself a bird watcher. I delight in seeing smart ravens, even and possibly specifically when they’re being a problem– pecking over their normal garbage area in downtown Palmer; battling over a bag of frozen pizza bites in the middle of the street throughout my run.
This bird rocked a little backward and forward on its perch and cleaned its plumes. Alert, it took a look at other close-by birds who were likewise apparently playing in the wind. Diving elegantly close-by were other ravens and a magpie, riding undetectable arcs through the sky with wings outstretched.
I felt something in my chest open, like the wind was moving through and in some way pumping up a part of me to maximize, too.
It advised me, strangely, of a quick minute from the week in the past.
Which causes the 2nd thing that occurred: As I was seeing the birds and feeling a shared sense of flexibility and possibility, I kept in mind when, struggling with the beginning of a migraine, I ‘d gotten on a video conference.
I appeared in sunglasses. Prior to others signed up with, I saw my face on the courtesy premeeting, waiting space reflection provided by Google Meet. I made fun of myself– prepared to talk, however using brilliant green sunnies inside your home and looking into my laptop computer. I put them on because prior to the conference, and I felt an aura creep in on my vision– an indication of an approaching migraine headache. Fortunate for me, I can fend off the worst of the discomfort by taking a couple of ibuprofen when I initially pick up the beginning of a headache. I still have light level of sensitivity.
On top of that, in the background of the video call I might see the stack of earthly personal belongings my partner and I had actually put together to contribute. It was among numerous, numerous stacks and stacks throughout our house as we prepared to move.
Oh, and I had COVID-19. An extremely moderate case, however still.
My colleagues logged onto the call, and one said on my sunglasses. In hallmark “me” style, I discussed the tones, and the COVID, and after that the stack of products simply behind me in one breath.
And, I asserted that even with all this mayhem, I’m great. While I do not wish to have COVID, or a migraine, or to browse the noise of moving, I ‘d much rather be here than in tension.
My mind actually goes crazy with excessive convenience; excessive sameness and stability.
Excessive sameness and stability. I considered this on that walk, seeing the birds play in this wind that I ‘d thought about a problem, however they appeared to be delighting in. I believed: My life is windy today, and I can brace myself versus it or I can be in it and even, possibly, utilize it.
I felt buoyed in a manner that I required simply then, and it appears to have actually rollovered into the subsequent week. I’m adjusting more fluidly as things remain in constant movement all around me. I feel a little less overwhelmed; I shrug more off. I feel (attempt I state it) a bit more spirited, a bit more open.(*)
