W is for Wind

WThis happened last year but I remember it as if it were yesterday. Well, it kinda was. Last month there was yet another wind storm that had its way with me. But last year was really crazy because I had never felt wind the way I felt it that day. Except maybe the day there was a tornado down the road and I opened the front door to check out what was happening outside and almost got sucked right out the door. Freaked me out!

But back to last year’s windstorm: The wind caught me off guard as it approached with what seemed a very masculine energy. It had a deep voice, and it persisted in talking, as if it had something profound to say. Powerfully verbose and rambling, the wind mimicked the sound of a distant train. I heard a howl above my head and looked up, to see what it was that was wailing so.

As if answering me the wind delivered its point and gusted through the strewn power lines. It was at that moment that I felt the force, like a sheet of pure steroid-juiced power. I could see its strength as it pushed the clouds, moving them deliberately, and quickly, so quickly that it created the illusion that the massive poles supporting the lines were swaying.

Even the birds yielded to its directive.  Their wings were lifted to heights so high I thought I’d actually see them touch the obedient white pillows in the sky.

tree in wind paintingWhistling and groaning, the gruff wind let us know it was in charge that day. As hapless bystanders, we would soon discover that to be true. We could only watch, wonder and wait to see just how this gloriously beautiful sunny day would be shadowed solely by the sheer force of wind messages.

My two greyhounds were on high alert. Their nostrils flared continuously throughout our walk, that superior canine sense of smell experiencing sensory overload. I mentioned how the wind energy felt very male to me. My boys validated that too, as both solidified their scents with very deliberate pawing and stomping on the ground. Forcefully and with resolve, like a bull communicating to the matador, “I am here and I am strong.”

Both dogs were displaying definite alpha signals as they pawed the ground, harder, longer and with more intent than I had seen most dogs do in the past. In fact, I had never seen Picasso paw the ground. His eyes, his ears, his posturing stance said it all: “This spot of ground is mine.”

The temperatures dropped rapidly and the wind chill factors caused me to turn around and head back home. Opting to cheat and cut our walk in half, I diverted us through the middle of the soccer field. With Picasso on my right and Luca on the left, we were literally blown across the field, in a zig-zag pattern. We fought the strong wind, making our way across the field, the street and finally back into the house, where we were met with warmth and calm.

Our little excursion was absolutely thrilling for me. I delight in storms of all kinds: rainstorms, thunderstorms, blizzards, ice storms and even the more subtle showers. They have an inspirational effect on me. I often wonder what my draw is to storms and could it have something to do with a past life or soul memory. Storms evokes a sense of pure awe in me.

This most recent wind storm held a sense of awe as well. Although the dogs and I were now sheltered from the gusts, I was still brimming with excitement. Not wanting to miss one more second of this magnificent wind event, I opened the back door, ushered the dogs out and took to the deck, bringing with me my iPad so I could take advantage of any creative flow. Creativity, for me, is a natural by-product of storms.

I was enraptured with the winds, watching the reactions of all the trees, the branches and their leaves, the birds, and smelling the aromas particular only to this wind.

Fine Art America photograph by Carol F. Austin

Weeping Willow tree blowing in the wind. Photo by Carol F. Austin. Copyright by Carol F. Austin. All Rights Reserved. Purchase prints at fineartamerica.com/featured/weeping-willow-tree-carol-f-austin.html

Listening to the sounds, the trills and squawks and screeches of the birds as they sent important messages to their flocks, the swoosh of the little sparrows and the crisp fluttering of the leaves as they made their way to safety in the deep nooks and crannies of my bushes, and the melodic songs of my chimes, each with its unique notes.

Well, the wind was not to let me be a mere observer. No, I would soon take on a role of participant. As I was enjoying the blissful moments as storm-watcher, a very ominous and eerie creaking put me on alert. Scanning the yard, following the mournful sounds, my heart skipped a beat as I caught sight of the fence wood bending. The creaking got louder and reminded me of that old radio show “Inner Sanctum.” Each successive gust pulled the fence farther away from its anchoring posts.

Panicked, I got all the dogs back in the house and ran to the fence. I reached for the top of the pickets, pulling with all my might, fighting the steroidal strength gusts, trying to bring the fence back to right. I can clearly see my neighbor’s yard, their gnomes and painted stones- turned-ladybugs and right into the windows of their sliding glass door. Holding on and swaying with the wood, each gust threatening to take me over and topple the panel, I start to yell, “Ah, HEY! HELLO?? ANYONE THERE?? NEED SOME HELP OVER HERE!” The only one who answered me was Sugar, their gorgeous Great Pyrenees. I’m not sure what she was saying but her barks told me that she was as shocked and surprised as I was. And all we could do was watch helplessly as the panel made its final pull from the post and fell over into their yard.

And, like the fence, my panic surrenders. What had previously been a joyous mood filled with awe-inspired admiration shifted quickly to the contrary and I looked to the sky and addressed the brute force: “Fucking wind!”

My fence blown over. photo by me.  :-)

My fence blown over. photo by me. 🙂

Copyright © 2014 Michele Truhlik. All Rights Reserved.

31 thoughts on “W is for Wind

  1. Great last line. I have such an awe for the power of wind and always get caught up in its power during a storm. My breath catches and my heart skips when I hear that distinct whistle and howling and it’s all I can do to not run out into the yard with my arms open wide and let the wind rip itself around me and revel in nature’s power.


    • YES!! Yes, yes, yes!!! Great visual of letting the wind rip itself around you! Me too! Wind and rain turn me on so much. They energize me. Except when they are destroying my property, then I have a bit of a problem with them. 🙂


    • Thanks so much Mark! I appreciate that! I wish I were up there in Syracuse. I miss WNY so much! There’s nothing like the winds up there, huh? Thanks again for your comment …and compliment! It made my day. 🙂


    • Thanks! I’m so glad you stopped by. I just checked out your blog and saw the monkeys hanging out on your balcony! What fun!!!


    • Hey, thanks for stopping by! Yeah, that was one crazy wind, blowing me and my dogs across the field too! I’m going to go check your A-Z out now…


  2. Unbelievable – I was there with you, the entire journey – well, until the very end. You see, instead of the fence, our roof shingles were yanked off, much like a domino effect. The sound was like baseball cards attached to our bike spokes, only amplified. Your writing is terrific!


    • Thank you Sue!! Wow, great visual on your roof shingles. I can almost hear the baseball cards attached to the bike spokes and simultaneously imagine shingles getting ripped off! That’s another big job, the roof. I just went to your site: wow, you’re close by. I’m in Austin. How neat that you teach storytelling. I read some of the testimonials: very impressive! Thanks so much for stopping by!


  3. I really like this post, though your experience sounds terrifying. I live in the Windy City, called that because of its politics but it is still very windy here and sometimes people have to go through our downtown tied off to ropes or windows are blown out of high rises. We also have some very dramatic weather downstate in Southern Illinois. There are spirits connected to the storms in African traditional religions, like that of the Yoruba people, and ephemera from storms is used in various spiritual paths for inspiration and to bring about swift changes, like the power of the wind itself. One of those things that is used is water from a lightning storm, called lightning water.


    • Thanks Stephanie. So glad you stopped by. I just checked out your site and the first thing I went to was your Mandala Artistic Statement…exploring wind energy! How cool is that?! I didn’t realize the windy city was called that because of politics; i thought it had to do with the massive winds there. I can see now how Chicago politics were the inspiration behind the nickname! I wonder what spirit was connected to the wind that took down my fence. Very interesting traditions! Thanks so much for your comment.


    • Thanks for stopping by Melanie! Can you believe A-Z is almost over?? I’m going to miss it! Are you?? At least the list stays up so we can still go visit and meet the other A-Zers. I’m going to check your site out now. Thanks again.


    • Thanks Irene! I appreciate that! Yeah, it’s probably smarter to stay indoors during wild wind storms! Where are you that has the great winds?


  4. Shame about the fence but I loved this! Your descriptive writing talents are excellent. Not a fan of wind myself – unless it’s a warm wind. Most often it’s cold, here.


    • Thanks Debbie! I appreciate that! Being where you are, yes, the winds are cold. I’m from Buffalo, remember? And those Lake effect winds were downright bone-chilling. Even the summer winds can be cold. Here in Austin it’s fabulous. And we beg for wind in the summers…


  5. wind is wonderful and terrifying. it is good that you are able to write about your experiences of the wind. I am going to listen to ‘They call the wind Mariah’ now (Paint your wagon)


    • Ah, i forgot about that! I just went and watched a youtube video of They Call the Wind Mariah! Thanks for that!! 🙂 Thanks for stopping by!


    • So sorry to hear about your being affected by a flood. That’s scary! Water does so much damage. And you’re right: no matter where you live, there is always going to be some of nature’s wrath that will hit. Thanks for stopping by!


  6. I stay indoors during storms, too much of a scaredy-cat to venture out. But once we had a storm and the blinds from our balcony would have ripped out and hurt someone– so we had to hold on to them, making sure they didn’t fly off, throughout the storm!


    • Oh wow, that sounds scary! And wet, if it was raining too! Yikes. I don’t know what it is with me and storms; I think I was fated to love them (if you read my R is for Rain, I detail the dream that leads me to believe that). I don’t like storms that are dangerous and I certainly don’t want anyone to be hurt or property to be damaged but I just love big storms. Thanks for stopping by! So hard to believe that A-Z is almost over! I’m sad about that. This has been so much fun. I’m already thinking, What’s next?? I’ll have to find some other cool challenges to get involved in. I almost wish the A-Z was twice a year! 🙂


      • Please write us a Reflections post on the 5th May– stop by the AZ challenge blog on that date to find the linky 🙂

        And there is a AZ challenge roda trip that you can take part in– watch the AZ blog for that too!

        And in the meanwhile, if you want to guest post at the AZblog, use the contact us tab! 😀


    • Thank you so much! What an awesome compliment. You just made my night! Thanks so much for stopping by. Looking forward to checking out your blog!


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