Interestingly enough...

I was in the middle of cleaning out our old house today when I just sat in the living room floor and looked around. I did this after a couple of hours of vacuuming, mopping, lifting boxes out of the attic, pulling dust bunnies (mostly cat hair0 from vents, and overall just plain dirty work. I had the living room and dining room windows open all the way, the blinds were pulled up and the wind was whipping around the house like all get out. I made a phone call to my mom, and visited with her a few minutes and then just sat there in that big empty room. I closed my eyes so I could hear my mind music. The song was pretty interesting. I don't know if it was talking to my mom, or just plain exhaustion, but this is the song I heard...

I remembered being much much younger, and a strong desire to be outside all of the time. I would run through the open fields and go to the rock bridge to watch the water fall. I would let the Indian stone sand sift through my fingers and listen to the trees whisper their ancient stories. I can remember doing this everyday of summer vacations, or after school - as soon as i stepped off the bus. I would whistle for Tag, our coyote dog, and we would run through the trees out into the field. We would stop at the pond for a cool drink and then we would be off again to to the bridge. Occasionally, we would run a little further and watch the waters of the Cimarron river sway through the valley.

We would make it home just as the sun was setting and dinner was being set on the table. Those lazy days were sashaying through my mind as I listed to the wind blow inside the house today. Then I remembered how I would get the water hose and spray Tag (and myself) with that cold, clear water. It would only make the dirt rings around my neck more sticky, but it felt good and pure.

I don't know why my mind music takes a wandering like that - but when I opened my eyes, I felt better about things and picked up the mop again. I realized this would be the last time I would step foot in that big old house. I was sad, but only for a moment. Tag would have never let me stay still for very long, so I began to look forward to my newest adventure. I will file the wind whispers from that house in my mind music for another day. There are stories to tell from there, I am sure of it.