The past couple of months have been a whirlwind. My youngest got injured. My oldest got sick. We found out we were moving and had to get our house ready to put on the market. Somewhere in there was a kiddo’s birthday that got woefully neglected and a wedding anniversary that got totally ignored. The end of the whirlwind is still miles away, but today, for just an afternoon, I’m in the eye of the storm. We put an offer on a beautiful old house today. If it comes through, the whirlwind picks up again. Next comes the moving. The packing and unpacking. The settling in. The painful goodbyes and awkward hellos.

When life gets crazy, I think about the Robert Frost poem that we read from at our wedding, “The Master Speed”

The Master Speed
By Robert Frost

No speed of wind or water rushing by
But you have a speed far greater. You can climb
Back up a stream of radiance to the sky,
And back through history up the stream of time.
And you were given this swiftness, not for haste
Nor chiefly that you may go where you will.
But in the rush of everything to waste,
That you may have the power of standing still—
Off any still or moving thing you say.
Two such as you with a master speed
Cannot be parted nor be swept away
From one another once you are agreed
That life is only life forevermore
Together wing to wing and oar to oar.

I could use a little of that “power of standing still” right now.

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One Response to Whirlwind

  1. Linda Baie says:

    Yes, I was going to wish you some of that ‘power’ too, Katja. I know a little of how you feel-I found a home & moved in December, then worked in January & February getting my former house ready to sell. I am so ready for summer! Best wishes to you & your family!