Can you sleep when the wind blows?

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When I saw this picture of a typhoon that hit South Korea many years ago, my own childhood fears of strong winds were evoked (a story for another day). Most importantly, for now, the picture reminded me of a beautiful story I read many years ago. I had received it through chain emails that were most prevalent before the days of social media and I had printed and kept it very close to be for years but had lost it along the way.

Thanks to Google, imagine my joy when I found it again today at http://www.Spiritual-Short-Stories.com

Here is the story:

“Years ago a farmer owned land along the Atlantic seacoast. He constantly advertised for hired hands. Most people were reluctant to work on farms along the Atlantic. They dreaded the awful storms that raged across the Atlantic, wreaking havoc on the buildings and crops.

As the farmer interviewed applicants for the job, he received a steady stream of refusals. Finally, a short, thin man, well past middle age, approached the farmer. “Are you a good farm hand?” the farmer asked him. “Well, I can sleep when the wind blows,” answered the little man. Although puzzled by this answer, the farmer, desperate for help, hired him.

The little man worked well around the farm, busy from dawn to dusk, and the farmer felt satisfied with the man’s work. Then one night the wind howled loudly in from offshore. Jumping out of bed, the farmer grabbed a lantern and rushed next door to the hired hand’s sleeping quarters.

He shook the little man and yelled, “Get up! A storm is coming! Tie things down before they blow away!” The little man rolled over in bed and said firmly, “No sir. I told you, I can sleep when the wind blows.”

Enraged by the response, the farmer was tempted to fire him on the spot. Instead, he hurried outside to prepare for the storm. To his amazement, he discovered that all of the haystacks had been covered with tarpaulins. The cows were in the barn, the chickens were in the coops, and the doors were barred. The shutters were tightly secured. Everything was tied down. Nothing could blow away.

The farmer then understood what his hired hand meant, so he returned to his bed to also sleep while the wind blew.”

AUTHOR UNKNOWN

REFLECTION:

Whenever I read this story, suddenly everything becomes a potential wind that could blow anytime without warning; finances, relationships, health, life.

It gets me to assess myself by asking (emotions aside) if I could sleep when strong winds blew in any area of my life. The real enquiry I make is whether I have done all I know I should do, within my powers, at any of these areas of my life knowing that I have no clue what my tomorrow will bring.

  • If a loved one died, would my tears be solely for the fact that I will miss them or will they be more tears of regret for what I wish I had done with and for them? How much time do I make for people I care for?
  • If I woke up and had no means to make money, would I sleep through that storm or would I be a nervous wreck. How diligent am I with saving for the future?
  • If I died…… Is my will up to date?
  • If the boss wanted that report a week earlier…….
  • If the exam were to be brought forward ……
  • If I were to be asked today what I have done with my gifts …..

This list is endless and daily I strive to answer this question boldly and calmly because one thing for sure is that winds will continue to blow in various ways.

So I start this week with this question:

What steps am I going to take to secure my sleep when the winds blow?

With that, I remain grateful for this life and all reminders to play it big and real knowing that, whilst I may never be fully ready for all “winds”, I can still sleep with a clear conscience that as far as possible, I continue to do my part, daily.

I love ♥️

Author: Gcin-Gcin

I do not possess one of the sharpest memories and the habit of forgetting stuff seems to be getting worse instead of better. Shonda Rhimes, in her book 'A Year of Yes', captures our problem clearly when she says, about her memory: "My brain, she is old. Really old. Gumming-her-food old... My memory sucks... Names are forgotten, details of one event are switched with another... The insides of my brain are a fading photograph, stories and images drifting away to places unknown. Leaving patches of nothingness where a name or an event or a location should be... My memory is ever-so-slowly being replaced by blank spaces. The details of my life are disappearing. The paintings are being stolen off the walls of my brain. It’s exhausting. And confusing. And sometimes funny. And often sad." I, therefore, rely on tools to capture anything I consider important to remember so that I can easily come back to them and remind myself. This blog is also that space for me. Anything I capture here is for my benefit later on. Later on is sometimes that same day, the next day, a week later, a month later etc. ♥️

4 thoughts on “Can you sleep when the wind blows?”

  1. Wow this story is so inspiring and the reflection so profound, for the winds will surely blow! Thank you for the reminder to diligently do what we can with what we have daily as no one is promised tomorrow.

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    1. Thank you Thule for taking the time to read and then give feedback. This story really gets me thinking, every time and I loved sharing it.

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  2. This story is just powerful Phindi and I know that you will do what you need to do to safeguard your sleep in the midst of those winds blowing.

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