Whispers

They come and go; voices from the past. Reminding us of places that make us sad, happy, angry or hurt. Several times I have mentioned how certain smells, sounds or even movements will take me back in an instant. Last weekend I was startled due to angry voices and fast movements making me want to raise my arm up to protect my face as I did in the past. I wasn't involved yet I still reacted to it and I was rushed out of the situation. It still impacted me for a few days, obviously. My normal reaction is to shut down and not let anyone in which did occur. They are vibrations from the past that continue to exist within us. The vibrations become tremors and other times those tremors become earthquakes. Yet there are welcome vibrations like my daughters laugh or my sons laughter that will submerge me in warmth and tenderness immediately. I can hear them from another room and smile as a result. The sound of the breeze passing thru the leaves is refreshing because each is so unique. Pine trees whistle when the wind blows through them and palm leaves applaud while pecan leaves and oak leaves dance like paino keys yet sound like rain. Rain drops tap dancing on the water is one of my favorite sounds aside from my children. If you know me you know my relationship with rain is beyond this mortal world as is my relationship with the ocean. Desire expressed in words of familiarity as it used to be is also so refreshing like the cool breeze of the hill country and the sounds of familiar footsteps on the boardwalk leading into the Fishing Cabin.