As I sit here trying to find the words for the meaning behind this piece I feel as though I am at a loss.
Unusual I know! haha
The prairies conjure up so many thoughts and visuals. Much, I dare say as any other sight of beauty this earth has to offer us. The prairies feel, to me, to be one of the only place where, life and death are so evident. Where the balance of making it or breaking it become a reality.
If you've ever read stories of the great depression you know what I am trying to convey here. The prairies have a rich history of resilience and life. People who lived through desperate times and then times of great abundance. Families and neighbors who clung together at the mercy of the weather or pestilence...sometimes both.
Again, maybe this takes me back to the stories I heard, in and around grandma and grandpas kitchen and sitting room. About threshing time, about sneaking out to see a boy, and Tangee lipstick! I loved hearing those stories! About how my great grandpa still had a jar with kernels of wheat from his first crop on his sitting room shelf. I imagine the life of the farmer has changed vastly since those days, with all of the modern equipment and such now.
For me the rolling prairie fields represent strength, openness, with nothing to hide. They bring richness and heart to this land. The skies over the prairies also reflect that vastness. They also hold the winds of change that so many of us tend to fear.
The prairie skies are alive.
They change daily, minute by minute and shine on the land a love and an expectation that the land lives up to. No matter what the sky gives the land takes it and works with it. A symbiotic relationship of sorts. The results are undeniable. The land never fears the change the skies bring. They dance and glow and move with the winds of change.
There is something to learn from that kind of relationship don't you think?