Blown Away

photo by Nate Gibson

“Flung is too harsh a word for the rush of the world. Blown is more like it, but blown by a generous, unending breath.”
Annie Dillard

It isn’t possible.  The five year old me who had a sudden terrifying revelation that I would some day cease to be has become the almost fifty eight year old me who is more terrified at the head long rush of life than of its end.  The world hurtles through space and time at a pace that leaves me breathless.  Throughout my fifty-plus years, I have felt flung all too frequently,  bruised and weary from the hurry and hubbub.

Good thing there is someone else breathing each breath for me or I would have never made it another minute.  I’d be down and gone in a heartbeat.

Now comes a few days of breathing space, taking a respite from routine.  I’m lifted lighter, drifting where I’m blown, less weighted with the next thing to do and the next place to be.

Instead I just be and always will be.  Be blown away unending.  Blown by breath that loves, fills and nurtures, its generous promise hopeful and fulfilled.

The old me simply ceases to be.  Blown away.

If only the five year old me could have known.

“Wherever I am, the world comes after me.
It offers me its busyness. It does not believe
that I do not want it. Now I understand
why the old poets of China went so far and high
into the mountains, then crept into the pale mist.”
— Mary Oliver

photo by Josh Scholten
photo by Nate Gibson

2 thoughts on “Blown Away

  1. Oh yes. It’s so nice to just be in the moment. To focus on what’s in front, around and behind us at the instant it is. I think of my grandma when she was in her late 90’s, and I asked her what she had for breakfast. Her response, “I don’t know, that was a long time ago.” She lived to be 101 years young. Just after her 100th birthday, I placed my first grandchild in her arms for a photo of 5 generations. Grandma Violet held onto that baby with a big smile. Holding a baby is something she never forgot how to do. Thanks for bringing that memory back to my mind. I thank God that He alone knows what is in store for us. :o)

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  2. Laura,

    what a precious memory of your Grandma and her great-grandbaby. So glad you were able to be there for that moment.

    Emily

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