floating on the breeze
wafting through the trees
the sound of angels cloud dancing
~~ Christine Lavin
I have a lot of windchimes. And I am in love with them.
Many moons ago there was a movie with William Hurt and Kathleen Turner called Body Heat. In it, one of the characters has this porch loaded with windchimes and I knew in an instant that when I one day had my own house, there would be a ton of windchimes.
I have my own house. And I have a lot of windchimes! I have metal ones and wooden ones and tiny ones and rather big ones. When the breeze is going like tonight the sound is loverly.
Someday I want on of those really big ones and go–bong…bong…bong–like a Buddhist monastery or something. But the cheapest I’ve found them are at least two hundred dollars and my husband would have a stroke. Especially since he doesn’t even like them!
I do though…
I love to write on my porch and listen to those chimes. I love to sit on my porch late at night in the dark and just be carried to other worlds by those melodic sounds.
I have even captured a bit of that sound and place it here in my blog. Did it at night so there would be no distraction to the sound.
And one day I will have those lovely deep ones.
Until then, I meditate even as I type these words….