I thought I’d try a little audio this week, experimenting with new things! The text of the poem I read is below, along with some photos of beauty created recently by the wind. At the end I’ve attached a link to a video of the wind making the ice sing.
Who mothers the wind? Who gives her courage and confidence to step out on her own, to blow her own way? Fierce one day and quiet the next. To do her thing despite never pleasing everyone or anyone too much, too little, too warm, too cold never enough. Who helped the wind find her own inner impulse and ignore the well meaning feedback of others? When she howls and rages where does she find comfort? Who tells the wind her mercurial nature is ok wanted needed natural nothing to be ashamed of? Does she feel the softness of feathers riding on her back? Does she see the sun laughing as she and the water play creating ice sculptures on the rocks? When she is still does she know she still exists? Perhaps the same mother who nudges me and says look, there, see my wind daughter at play? See the beauty she creates with her gifts? See how she lifts the birds and makes the ice sing? After all, what is a mother really but one who sees all that you are and delights in your presence?
I attempted to catch the sounds of the ice singing as the wind was blowing the waves into it. I don’t think it does it justice really - it was echoing all up and down the cove and I could feel the vibrations through the earth into my body - but it was the best I could do to share it. I learned the term for this is “acoustic resonance” but I just think of it as the singing voice of ice.
(The sound was intermittent, captured over the course of an hour but edited for brevity!)
Love to know your thoughts on how the audio worked in this post and anything else you’d like to share!
My wish for all of you is that you feel a sense of being mothered - a sense of feeling seen, valued and loved - as I feel mothered by the lake and all of my feathered, furry and leaf covered friends there.
Who Mothers The Wind