I don’t know if you heard about the frightening high winds in Tulsa earlier this week. It was the loudest wind I’d ever heard in all my years living in this state.
And that’s surely saying something if you grow up in Oklahoma.
Unusually Loud Winds:
The wind didn’t just whine and creak and blow, it roared. So frightening was the sound that little Gracie was afraid.
Depending on the rush of the wind it might moan, scream or even sing. The sounds you and I hear are from sound waves and vibrations traveling through the air.
The wind is actually the movement of air caused by the difference in atmospheric pressure between two zones. And by the uneven heating of the earth by the sun as well as the earth’s rotation.
Living here, where the wind comes sweeping down the plains with regularity, you need to take heed of those sounds. And try to recognize the level of importance of what you’re hearing.
One tends to fear a tornado more than high winds. But the weather service says that damaging wind from thunderstorms is much more common than damage from tornadoes.
At any rate on that day, I heard sirens every few minutes. Attending to one calamity after another due to the weather.
Basking In The Glow Of The Lights:
I’m sitting here enjoying the bask of the Christmas tree lights on my tabletop tree. It’s always the lights that cheer me up on a gray December day.
Next year I have images of maybe putting up the pencil-thin tree as well as this one. Of decorating one or both and taking photos in a different home altogether.
The holidays will have a slightly different look on walls I have yet to see.
That’s down the road after we’ve moved and gone through all that that entails and had time to adjust to it.
It is exciting and scary all at the same time.
I’m concerned about the impending move’s effects on the kitties.
It isn’t as though I can explain what’s going on to them. But I wish that I could tell them the reason for all the upheaval we’ll be going through for a time.
It has begun to rain.
I hear the pitter-patter of it on the roof.
Like the sound of young children running down the stairs in their footed pajamas on Christmas morning. It’s both a soft and calming sound.
Unlike those high winds that roared through here a few days ago, this sound is gentle.
It is a melody, a song that lulls and relaxes.
As is my nature, I have to inject one of my “factoids” here. According to researchers, we love rain and other water noises because we perceive them as non-threatening.
The simple and repetitive sound of water allows us to rest our overstimulated brains.
A New Path For Us:
Soon we’ll be starting down a new path. In a matter of weeks our life someplace else will begin.
I just want to get it done and be past it. To arrange my furniture and decorate my walls. And then share my new home with all of you.
I want Ivy and Gracie to spread out in the bigger space and find new places to hide and play.
For “home” to greet me from behind another door.
All anyone can really ask for in life is contentment. Remember that contentment is not a sense of excitement. Instead, it is a peaceful state of mind.
“When you are discontent, you always want more, more, more.
Your desire can never be satisfied. But when you practice contentment, you can say to yourself,
‘Oh yes – I already have everything that I really need.”
– Dalai Lama