Winds of change

I have a love/hate relationship with the wind, which I can directly attribute to my childhood.

As a chronic asthmatic, I spent more than the average amount of time indoors, while my brother and sister played outside. Growing up in Tasmania, and on a big piece of the bush, playing outside was what we loved to do. But for me, the cold Tasmania weather, particularly the icy winds that would blow, was not very friendly to my little lungs. I can still hear plain as day my mother saying “No, you can’t go outside today, you’ll get wheezy.” And the others would don coats and gumboots and eagerly venture outside while I had to find something ‘quiet’ to do inside. To be fair to my mum, it often meant I was included in the weekly baking of bread and other yummy things, so don’t feel too sorry for me πŸ™‚

But I still have a wariness about the wind, and about going out in it. I have been left with the feeling that the wind is not ‘safe’. Now that my asthma is not a problem, I am certainly free to enjoy the outdoors as much as I like. So, when it’s windy, I am torn between going outside because I can, and loving the feeling of the wind, and staying inside because that feels more familiar.

As it was a particularly windy day yesterday, it got me thinking about the winds of change. I love the expression ‘winds of change’ even though I really don’t know where it came from. I love change, but I’m reluctant about wind. It reminds me that to have change, we need the wind in life.

In the natural, wind can blow rain away, it can blow away dust and clear the horizon. It can carry the scent of blossoms and spring. It can also blow roofs off, pick things up and cause damage. It can blow leaves and sticks into our freshly cleaned pool. It can blow sand in our eyes and blow our hats off. It can snatch the breath from our mouth and make us gasp. And it can make us stretch out our arms and run, invigorated.

Wind can be contrary. It is untamed and uncontrollable.

The winds of change can bring joy and sorrow, heartache and triumph.

For me personally, the winds of change are beginning to blow. And I’m feeling the first breeze on my cheek with anxious anticipation.

Will I stay inside and try to ignore it till it’s gone, or will I venture outside and embrace its freshness?

What do you do when the winds of change begin to blow?

8 thoughts on “Winds of change

    • Oh thank you for the link! πŸ™‚
      My mother has a saying “It’s an ill wind that blows no good”. I’m all for good winds too! Do you know why you don’t like wind?

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  1. When I was very young, I LOVED the wind! I was convinced I could fly home from school in first grade by running and jumping into the wind, long braids flying straight out behind me. In high school and college I lived in Southern California where the nearby mountains were obscured by smog for months at a time. The Santa Ana (or Santana) winds would blow through the mountain passes and blow all the smog out to sea and my heart would rejoice. Now I live on the east coast in an old farm house with old windows, surrounded by trees far older than I. Strong winds bring down pieces the trees can no longer hold on to and I gather them sadly.

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    • Oh I love that image, Esther! And I love what you said about the Santa Ana – what a wonderful thing that must be to witness πŸ™‚
      As for the trees where you are now, I wonder if it’s more the branches and pieces they no longer need…?

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  2. I don’t like it just because it messes up my hair, I can’t keep a hat on (bad hair days require a hat), and it’s just noisy and annoying. I don’t think I have any deep-seated phobia or anything…

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  3. I love wind. I don’t think I’ve ever written this or said it out loud or even thought it intentionally until I read your post, Susannah.

    And I love what you wrote, “So, when it’s windy, I am torn between going outside because I can, and loving the feeling of the wind, and staying inside because that feels more familiar.” This reminds me of what a friend used to tell me, “You have to get comfortable with being uncomfortable.”

    From this day on, I think I’ll forever associate change with the ocean breeze that I enjoy almost daily, and that’s a good thing since change is really not my thing. πŸ™‚

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    • Oh I love that – “comfortable with being uncomfortable” – so true!
      Isn’t it funny how sometimes we need a prompt to realise something about ourselves?
      And I like that you will associate the beautiful ocean breeze with change…may it help you to embrace the changes as they come πŸ™‚

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