We have two on our back porch. One just chimes and stuff on the bottom to be moved by the wind--only one of which is solid, the other two added by Bern and not air tight.
The other is a wolf howling at the moon. It is somehow mis-made and seldom chimes, unless I push the chimes, which I do.
We should all live with wine chimes, I think.
Their sounds are soothing, random and transforming if you only stand still long enough and listen.
So subtle and so lovely.
I wish I could have a wind chime in my head.
I stood on the back porch a lot longer than I would because the wind was blowing and the wind chimes were doing this subtle, soft, gentle sound that made me feel whole.
Ponder the wind--which is awesome enough--and then ponder wind chimes.....
That's a good thing to ponder as Good Friday and Easter close in.
Think about the wind chimes Good Friday and Easter would be....
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Blog Archive
-
▼
2015
(341)
-
▼
April
(30)
- "The moon, the moon..."
- The Draft
- opposites do attract....
- murderer
- Farro
- April
- reliving good byes
- Beet pee and Beet poop
- Looking at photos
- temporary hysteria
- Chickens and widgets...
- crickets
- Spring has sprung???
- Ireland itself
- The Workshop in Ireland
- hours
- The Irish and eating
- The swans of Dromantine
- Home again...
- Going to Ireland
- Luke's new home
- birthdays
- Things you don't know
- Easter and Spring
- Satan is vanquished! Easter has come!!!
- wind chimes
- Easter
- I live in a bubble
- Must see....
-
▼
April
(30)
About Me
- Under The Castor Oil Tree
- some ponderings by an aging white man who is an Episcopal priest in Connecticut. Now retired but still working and still wondering what it all means...all of it.
No comments:
Post a Comment