“Live in the sunshine, swim the sea, drink the wild air.” – Emerson
I am playing catch-up with my 31 Days of Beauty posts. Sunday was supposed to be Day Three and the third installment of my Emerson inspiration. Then my car decided to freak out and stop working on my drive back to Denton.
I don’t even have a picture.
I suppose it would have been very easy to grab a selfie in the wind (because West Texas…and trucks speeding by at 75 miles an hour WITHOUT GETTING IN THE OPPOSITE LANE) while I was waiting on Dad to come rescue me. But I was not feeling beautiful. I was feeling annoyed and stranded. Also, after the car completely shut down, the air conditioner didn’t work so well, so I ventured into the grass on the side of the road, and most of my attention was focused on looking our for rattlesnakes (because West Texas. The struggle is real.).
Suffice it to say that I did not get a picture in time for this post.
I am actually pretty surprised that I don’t have a picture of me with my hair all wild and swarmy around my head in the wind. I love that. My love of strong breezes comes from growing up on the farm, where the land is so flat you can actually see the sides of the roads meet at the horizon in the distance. Mesquite trees (bushes – let’s be real) are no match for that wind. There’s nothing to stand in its way. Think Chicago – only not knife-like and stabby in its frozenness. Imagine warm gusts whipping around your body, throwing hair, clothes – basically anything not pasted down (and even some things that were) – into a frenzy.
And yet you stand. Embracing the wind but withstanding it as well. Strong. Grounded.
Drink it in. Drink the wild air.