Wind Chimes

Posted on | July 28, 2011 | 6 Comments

There are wind-chimes on my patio.

I hung it there the first weekend J and I returned to Macon, climbing a foot stool in the sweltering heat to painstakingly hook it over a leftover nail, probably from someone’s hanging garden.

There is something special about wind chimes and I have always loved the sound of their sinuous, ethereal musical.  They somehow make me feel connected, part of something bigger and older than I will ever be.  I wonder if I close my eyes in the midst of their music, I could open them and be somewhere else.. a different place, a different time… the same sweet trickle of sound.

The first couple of days after I hung the wind chimes on the jutted out nail, they took me by surprise.  When the wind blew, I would hear the tinkling music and wonder where it came from.  When I walked outside, I constantly swung my head into the dangling butterfly base.  It was foreign to me, this delicate instrument that I forgot I bought.

As the days turned into weeks, and then months, the little patio began to reflect more of me and less of the empty that had sat there for years before.  I strung up solar lights on wooden Tiki torches, fastening them carefully to the wrought iron railing with plastic snaps left over from Christmas.  It wasn’t fancy, but it was mine.  These summer evenings are too hot, too muggy, and too mosquitoed to sit out and enjoy the peaceful glow of the faintly blue lights, but I can see them from my perch on the sofa, twinkling to the tune of the chimes in the wind.

Before, in the weeks, months, and even years leading up to our move to Savannah, this house was full of chaos and noise.  There was always the buzz of a hard drive or the murmur of a television hanging like clouds of modernity over our lives.  There was the sound of my husband pounding out something on his keyboard or the whine of a baby’s cry over a crackling monitor.  There was the hum of the dishwasher and the chatter of unknown voices, indecipherable from between the headphones on my husband’s head.  There was always so much noise.

But now, on a night like tonight, I can hear the soft twirl of the ceiling fan above me and the plastic clap of the strings tapping against each other in the breeze. I can listen to the slow, buzzing song of the crickets in the yard, and  I can hear the toss and turn of child against sheet as he argues with sleep.   Yes, there is the sometimes buzz of the drying clothes and yes, the humming dishwasher intrudes along with the staccato click of my fingers on the keys.  But it is quieter now.  And when the wind blows just right across the back yard, I can hear the soft wind song of copper against wood.  Suddenly, being here feels a lot like being home.

At last.


6 Responses to “Wind Chimes”

  1. Chunky Mama
    July 28th, 2011 @ 8:05 pm

    My dear, you are wasting your talents as a lawyer. You should be writing!!!!

    This is beautiful.

  2. Doeshell
    July 28th, 2011 @ 8:44 pm

    Um, I think Chunky Mama and I are on a mission here, because I completely agree. I think I was just literally in your house because I could envision it so well. Please keep writing. 🙂

  3. KristinaYellow
    July 28th, 2011 @ 9:11 pm

    As I sit in bed, listening to the gunfire from the tv and the voices from the headphones on my DH’s head, I can only imagine what that silence would be like. I crave it-or even just the idea that silence could be an option, a gift of love from one person to another. However, I wonder if men are just wired differently. No matter our discussions he simply doesn’t get it. And I worry that we cannot keep going on this path-not with a growing toddler. Thank you for sharing this.

  4. Elizabeth
    July 28th, 2011 @ 11:26 pm

    Are they wooden chimes or metal? You mentioned both metal and wood. True story: I’m afraid of metal windchimes. No really. When I hear them I suddenly have an irrational fear of wood nymphs attacking me with their tiny fairy swords. Stop laughing at me. It’s a real thing.

  5. Anthony from CharismaticKid
    July 28th, 2011 @ 11:53 pm

    Anytime I hear the sound of a loud AC, I get comfy and sleepy. Why? Because it reminds me of when I was a kid at the Jersey Shore going to sleep with that LOUD air condition going.

  6. molly
    July 29th, 2011 @ 4:24 pm

    This is beautiful. Wind chimes remind me of my grandma and grandpa’s farm. I was 6-years-old when I was there last but I still match that sound with that old farmhouse.

    As time passes you will make that house a home.

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