clouds and wind

| May 1, 2016

Today the sky is an apt metaphor. There is plenty of light to see, but clouds have covered over the blue. I look up and I give thanks, but my heart cries out for the color I love.


On Friday I stood at my old beloved beach, Independence Park in Beverly. The sun was bright but the wind was harsh, and part of me wanted to leave. Instead I pulled up my hood and watched a cormorant frisking in the shallows. Instead I gathered sticks, shells, and stones and arranged them on the sand. Afterward, I watched the waves, noticed the swirl of detritus from the ocean floor.


Lately I’ve been missing my usual vim and vigor. The sky is covered over. The detritus is swirling.¬†I want magic words that leap me from this reality to another, but magic is not the answer this time.

I look up and give thanks. I pull up my hood and receive the wind.

Category: beauty, creating, death, journey, outside, pain, remaining calm, the seasons

About the Author ()

Hannah Lynn Mell grew up a missionary kid in Kailua-Kona, Hawaii. Now she lives in Amesbury, Massachusetts with her exquisitely kind husband David, their plucky three-legged cat Thomas, and a needy-yet-lovable dachshund named Birdie. She's worked with singers since 1998 and loves to help people of all ages free their voices. She's currently earning a Master of Social Work degree with the hope of using creative, expressive modalities in clinical settings.

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  1. Mama says:

    The beach where Joy & Sorrow find company; and are wetted by the Love of God Himself.

  2. Like the little beach sculpture Hannah! They can be as therapeutic as anything I think.

  3. Nancy H says:

    “receiving the wind”…yes.