Journal entry:
24 May 2009
The sky was a deeper blue just above the hill to the northeast. The trees there grew darker as we ate our dinner. Rain was coming. I could see the storm as it moved towards us and I could feel a different energy begin to tingle on the surface of my skin.
Chris opened a window in the dining room and I could smell the sweet dampness and hear the first roll of thunder as it echoed across the sky. Quickly I put my plate on the counter, the lid on the container of pesto and slid it onto the shelf in the frig.
I said, “Let’s move the chairs outside and watch the rain come in.” He laughed lightly.
I poured a quick glass of wine for myself and went out onto the porch. I moved a chair to the side porch and tried to sit and sip my wine, but the energy was too exciting. I stood and leaned out over the railing as the wind arrived. It felt glorious on my exposed skin. My hair was pinned up with a pencil and I thought for a brief moment of sliding the pencil out so my hair could fly….but I didn’t want to lose that caress of wind on my neck and ears so I closed my eyes and leaned out further. I felt erotic and mystical and so very grounded as a whole person.
After breathing deep and settling into myself I walked around the porch to the back to look at Clear Creek below. There are only bits and snatches of water visible at this time of year but I could see that drops of rain were falling and making ripples and peaks in the water causing it to look more alive as if it were jumping and hopping up from the surface in anticipation of the storm.
Around me on the bluff there was a haze of moisture – but not yet rain reaching my level, the leaves above catching the drops. Again I felt that primal excitement of something imminent and certain.
Change was coming.
When I logged in to post this entry I saw it would be my 100th post. It seems something of a milestone. Since it is a knitting blog – primarily anyway – a lovely gifting of New Zealand Merino lace yarn will be given to one person chosen from the comments who shares a brief personal moment of their day as I have done above ( a link to your blog is fine if the post dates between 5/24/09 and 5/30/09). If the winner is not a knitter something lovely will be sent your way instead. (US only)
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