Wind Blows Deeply

This time of year, days are thrust into darkness far too early in their short lives. There is no drawn out dusk, no lingering warmth on the patio. There is a busyness that happens. The kids are back at school with homework and field-trips and assemblies. Projects at work pick up steam. And moments after you pull the turkey out of the oven for Thanksgiving, you’re putting another one in for Christmas.

Still, these are the days I like best of all. Cool enough to necessitate thick sweaters, layers of clothing really. Brisk mornings and slightly warmer afternoons. The crisp crunch of leaves underfoot. Storing away of all those root vegetables; canning or freezing others. Blankets and afghans and snuggling by the fire. Evenings of cocoa and popcorn, tea and steaming hot muffins from the oven.

The past few weekends I have driven across the autumn prairie. At first surprised by an early snow; too early really. Awe-struck by thousands of Canada geese hovering above field and pond; a living wave, ebbing and flowing, swirling and lifting above the sea of golden wheat. Comforted by the endless sky stretching above yet instantaneously kissing the earth below. The intense glow of the setting sun striking the path ahead.

I have come to realize that while I may not actually have roots, this is exactly the way things should be. Unlike a tumbleweed, carried away forever and a day, I am always carried to. I am carried to family, to friends, to opportunities, to connecting. To connecting with God. I do not roam aimlessly, hoping to find adventure or meaning. There is purpose and intentionality, and these things do not require roots.

These will be the days to remember, Erik Göransson
I lost myself today
Guess you’ll see what I was made of
But as the day grew long the twilight showed the way

These will be the days I will remember
Remember them well
Remember them well

I turned to see, my friends are all around
I feel so blessed to be among you
And at a different time, further down the line

These will be the days I will remember
Remember them well
Remember them well

Run around, like children in the sand
By the light that’s in our bay
Where the water meets the land

Feels so good to be alive
Feels so good to me at times
The laughter in the twilight
Hey now there’s a soothing sound

Is it you? Is it me?
Is it something all around?
Well this place has got the magic
And and our spirits in a twine

These will be the days to remember
These will be the days
These will be the days
Remember them to tell
Cuz these will be the days to remember
Remember them well

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