The Howling Wind ( Poetry And Reflections)

The howling wind,
Huge gusts hit me,
as I walk along
And yet moment's of silence
Find their way.

I hear the trees groaning,
as they bend their branches,
dancing.

The howling wind cleanses,
It's cleansing me, cleaning me,
It's presence reminding me
Of the force of nature,
Reminding me,

Humbling me, holding me,
changing me,
It clings to me
And
I embrace it.

I call it in
To release me, of all my past traumas,
all my past fears
I call it in,
The force of it
To help me let go
To move on.

The howling wind
Whistles past me,
It grabs my hair
Making me look wild.
It makes me feel alive.

The howling wind,
it sings to me
Trees bow down to me, as I pass
It dries up all my tears
The wind gathers up all my sorrow,
Allowing it to breathe,
Allowing me to breathe new life into my being,
Into who I am
It nourishes me,

The howling wind,
it energises me.
It sets me free.

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I'm walking home from work, the wind it howls past me and all around I hear the sound it creates as it touches my surroundings. The rattling gates, the groaning trees. Then the words of the above poem come to me. I take out my phone and try to record some of the words, knowing that I will struggle to hear them, against the sound of the howling wind.

I take these pictures, wondering if any of them will capture the strength of the wind. But of course it's not possible. These photos, each catching a moment frozen in time. I walk home and meet no one else, these guys could very well cause things to be lifted into the air, which could cause damage. So I imagine, most people are cosy indoors. But not I.

It really does feel like a cleansing. As the wind, rids me of everything I no longer need, everything that no longer serves a purpose, in my life. I feel alive, having to push myself against it. Using my force, against it's own.

I'm almost home, when I see a dog up ahead. A dog that I know, that comes running up to greet me. The lovely Merlin, that lives close by. Behind him, I see his human, who has been away for a few months. I greet them both and ask my neighbour how she is. She has a tear in her eye, as she replies, "my brother passed away".

I knew that she was visiting him, he had been living with cancer, an aggressive type. I feel her pain, remembering my own sister, how it was to watch someone you love, suffer so much, watch them, as their cancer eats away at them. I see the pain in her eyes, I hear it in her voice as she talks. The guilt you feel, because you are relieved when they pass, relieved because you know now that their suffering is over. And yet the guilt is there.

I listen to her, do my best to hold space for her and hope that our interaction has brought her a small amount of peace, in these very difficult times.

Grateful that the howling wind, made me slow down, as I walked home. Slowed down enough, so that I met Merlin and his human, as they too walked home.