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Sunday, September 15, 2002

"Today, be resolved to keep developing patience, creativity, emotional independence, confidence, courage, humor, serene empowerment, calm
persistence, self-mastery, unconditional love and compassion."

Worthy tasks. This blog is my shot at creativity. I will probably pass on the others today. It is raining or at least drizzling. I really haven't checked but the cat went out and came back in a short while. His fur was damp. I heard some pattering on the metal basement door cover, one of those that slant out from the house at a thiry degree angle and have stairs that lead down to the vertical door into the basement. So I have decided that today is a veg out day. I am watching The Dead Zone marathon right now.

Yesterday I spent time trying to figure out how to describe the wind blowing through the trees. I listened to the silence. A few crickets chirped in the heavy air and there was the rumble of a passing truck in the background. Then the slight rustle of the outermost leaves of the closest tree revealed the presence of a current of air. I watched and listened as the breeze built up strength, visible as more branches moved, audible as the rustling intensified. Then a crescendo and a diminuendo as the gust passed by.

Sometimes the breeze would move from tree to tree like a wave on a lake or a human wave in a stadium. But more often it seemed erratic, some tree branches moved while other branches on the same tree did not and others on another tree shook. It deserves more study.

It is difficult to find other words or analogies for the rustling of leaves. It is such a basic sound. I love it. I often think of how Heidi (from the book by the same name) used to listen to the wind in the fir trees from her loft bedroom in her grandfather's house.

Let's see... murmur, whisper, shush, hiss, sigh, the swooshing of crinolines from Scarlett's gown, the crumpling of a plastic bag. The last is pretty bad and not nearly as comforting, but the sound is so similar!

Well, so much for creativity.

Rosalind 11:40 AM


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