We were at the Breton coast last week and had a day of high winds after a stormy night -- incredibly exhilarating after the first shock and my body's initial resistance -- and love how you've captured it.
And that you did Rebecca! And oh so immediately and moving. I could feel my own body shifting in the wildness even with your words. I think I have a new funeral request, to be torn apart by fierce gales and dispersed into the chaos.
I love this! “…because sometimes this is really what a body needs, isn’t it—to be pushed outside of itself, or perhaps back into itself.”
What a great tale of how you experience the gale. It reminded me of when I lived on a tiny island off the coast if Norway. Sometimes you could lean into the wind. Then there was the loud sound of the ocean, I you had been in a city you’d believe it was from a busy highway. Weather like this makes you feel so alive.
You have perfectly captured the magic of the wind and sent your message in a bottle from your island in the north, held between two seas, to my southern woods and river paths - and it is most gratefully received. Much love x
I'm not a friend of the wind, but this helps me remember how it is to dance with the elements. How they make us move differently, notice different things, and ultimately feel different - new in some way.
I, too, am jealous of the cold plungers... recipe for instant migraine in this body. But I do love a windy walk. The sky burial of the gull in this essay was particularly moving.
Your "quick and messy sketch of Magnus in the wind" (looking a lot like a windblown fox) made me laugh out loud! I don't have as much fur/hair, but I have sure felt like he looks....
We have dead birds around our house too, from time to time. I stopped burying them a few years ago. I just move them down near the river bank, where the water glitters and the Water Dragon lizards scavenge for food.
So when I saw you mention the Herring Gull, I had an immediate connection.
We were at the Breton coast last week and had a day of high winds after a stormy night -- incredibly exhilarating after the first shock and my body's initial resistance -- and love how you've captured it.
ooh that sounds quite exciting!! x
The wind has always scared and enchanted me in equal measure…I loved every line of this ♥️
Thank you so much, Kaeli!
Me too. The power of it.
And that you did Rebecca! And oh so immediately and moving. I could feel my own body shifting in the wildness even with your words. I think I have a new funeral request, to be torn apart by fierce gales and dispersed into the chaos.
I love this! “…because sometimes this is really what a body needs, isn’t it—to be pushed outside of itself, or perhaps back into itself.”
Ahh thank you Kimberly! 🩵 I'm with you on the funeral request... dispersed into the chaos seems like a good way to go...
This is an astonishing piece of writing that brings alive wind sand sea and a routine dog walk from the exceptionally talented @rebecca hooper.
🩵 thank you for such a lovely comment, Julia!
What a great tale of how you experience the gale. It reminded me of when I lived on a tiny island off the coast if Norway. Sometimes you could lean into the wind. Then there was the loud sound of the ocean, I you had been in a city you’d believe it was from a busy highway. Weather like this makes you feel so alive.
Oh doesn't it just! It wakes the senses up.
A walk in bad weather shakes the cobwebs out of the senses and makes fresh space for new appreciations.
Yes indeed!
You, the wind, the gull and magnus—a wild, beautiful dance to pull me into morning.
💃 thank you Rona!
What a marvelous, gusting, visceral ride. Great writing. I feel (happily) windblown.
Thanks so much, Laura!
You have perfectly captured the magic of the wind and sent your message in a bottle from your island in the north, held between two seas, to my southern woods and river paths - and it is most gratefully received. Much love x
Oh I love to think of this wild bottle reaching your beautiful southern woodland 💚 thank you Emily!!
This classifies as prose poetry! Beautifully written 👌
❤️ thank you!
I agree.
This is wonderful writing! Full of sensation. How I love the quick sketch of Magnus.
Haha thank you Linda! 🐶
I'm not a friend of the wind, but this helps me remember how it is to dance with the elements. How they make us move differently, notice different things, and ultimately feel different - new in some way.
'Dance with the elements' is exactly the right phrase, Nina! x
I, too, am jealous of the cold plungers... recipe for instant migraine in this body. But I do love a windy walk. The sky burial of the gull in this essay was particularly moving.
'Sky burial' - oh that's a poem of a phrase. And same, migraine, palpitations... this body doesn't do shock 😅
Wild and magic 🌊🐾💙
Thank you! 🩵
Gorgeous, dear Rebecca.
Your "quick and messy sketch of Magnus in the wind" (looking a lot like a windblown fox) made me laugh out loud! I don't have as much fur/hair, but I have sure felt like he looks....
We have dead birds around our house too, from time to time. I stopped burying them a few years ago. I just move them down near the river bank, where the water glitters and the Water Dragon lizards scavenge for food.
So when I saw you mention the Herring Gull, I had an immediate connection.
Best Wishes - Dave
Oh how I'd love to see a water dragon scavenging on the shores of a river. What a place you call home, Dave!
Splendid - you are a great recorder of believable places.
This means a lot, thank you!