The Effect of Wind on Angels

I was at my mom’s in Louisiana a couple of weeks ago. This is the house where my brother lost his life. I try not to think too much about that, even when I pass the spot where they found him. The first time I go through there, yeah, I can see him on the floor, dead. After that, the room goes back to being just a bedroom.

I’m not afraid of ghosts or anything like that, but I prefer to sleep in my rv. It has all my stuff and it’s like my own little house. My mom also lives in a rough area of town, so I feel a bit safer with the alarms and locks of the rv.

My oldest brother was also staying there while I was in. One of the first things I noticed when I saw him was that each of his toes was wrapped in a bandage. He showed me one of his toenails and said he had some sort of fungus on it. That it started with one and over a couple of years had spread to all of his toes. He had heard from an old “traiteur” (similar to voodoo woman) to put Vick’s Salve on the nails and bandage them. They looked ratty, those nails. I called them “pickle toes.”

There was no way I was going to step foot in that tub/shower at mom’s and catch some crazy toenail infection. Glad I have my own shower in my rv.

The weather was strange that first night. It was a wind storm like I’d never heard before. I’d seen and heard hurricane force winds, but that came with rain. This storm had no rain. It was just loud and it sounded like the house was going to fall apart. It got late and I needed to shower and hit the sack. So I went out to the rv and noticed my water pump was not working.

This rv of mine, a Westfalia, is a lemon. We call it the “West-failure” because things break every time I take it out.

Okay, plan B. Connect the water hose to the rv and just use water pressure. This has happened before.

So here I am standing outside in the dark and I’m hearing sirens all over town. This is a rough little town, rougher than I can remember. My hair is straight up in the air because the wind won’t let up. The spigot is practically on the ground. My tiny hand can barely disconnect my mom’s hose so I can attach mine to it. Also, I can’t see. It is pitch black dark.

I’m thinking maybe there is an angel somewhere in this yard watching over.

Maybe.

I finally get the hose connected to the spigot and try to attach it to the rv. By now I have a flashlight in my mouth as I try to screw the thing on. More sirens, more wind, and I completely go brain dead on which way to turn it. It should be as simple as screwing on a bottle cap but I can’t figure it out. All I can think is I do not want pickle toes.

The thing just won’t screw on. I get a wrench and finally get it connected. By now, my hands are full of little cuts because the connection is in a tight spot. But it’s connected.

I go in the rv. No water. Go check outside, water is spraying everywhere. The wind picks it up and sprays me down.

I’m thinking maybe there are no angels. Then I think that maybe the wind blows those whispy figures back into heaven. Or maybe, angels just have a sense of humor.

Soaking wet, I give in. Go in my mom’s house and shower while wearing my flip-flops. No pickle toes for me. And I flop onto the couch for the night. I’m too tired to worry about crack-heads breaking into the place. I hadn’t slept inside my mom’s house in over fifteen years.

Sacked out on the sofa, I noticed sounds in the attic. Sounds like children crawling around up there. I’ve heard rats and mice crawl around in attics and this wasn’t the same. It wasn’t the wind. It was a creature. And I wasn’t scared.

Pickle toes, I am afraid of. Ghosts, scary attic sounds, no. Mom told me the next day it was a family of squirrels making that noise. Good thing I didn’t lose any sleep over it.

Here’s an interesting photo I took on my drive home. An interesting rainbow.

Wait, look closer, I’ll zoom in:

I know, man, I KNOW.

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16 thoughts on “The Effect of Wind on Angels

  1. Oh Kitty, I am so happy you wrote these thoughts/events down.
    Your capacity is huge and it comforts and inspires me.

    When I lived in Mississippi (with the ex), I was doing video gigs all over the place, driving around LA and GA and MS to videotape lawyers and plaintiffs, victims and witnesses for court cases. Places where I wasn’t sure I wanted to go. But even though it was sometimes difficult, I love that it’s part of my life and that I know that part of the country now, even if it’s just a small view, and even if it’s just as a stranger.

    My family also has a weird fungus thing that I’ve avoided. My brother-in-law calls it Kavorkian Toe. I haven’t done the flip flops in the shower yet, but somehow managed to avoid it.

    There’s something so crazily free though about just doing what you need to do and with your best effort and best use of common sense and all that- just going with confidence and hoping for the best.

    You are a great witness in the world.

  2. Yes, Voodoo, at my mom’s. Go see, she has a shower now.

    Video, “Kavorkian Toe?” LOL. There is a medication (prescription only) for that. My brother can’t take it, unfortunately.
    The treatment for that used to be injections under the nails. {{{screams}}}

  3. Michele, that is the oddest rainbow I have ever seen. What caught my eye was that it was more like a rainbow spot. I didn’t see the skull cloud until I got home and zoomed in on it.

  4. Considering how far it has progressed with him, it is probably going to take a very long time.

    You should probably get some and treat your feet just to be sure. You showered in the same shower.

  5. Max, it’s the worst case I’ve ever seen, and I’ve seen lots working in hospitals.

    Good advice, I think I will get some of that gel. Just in case.

  6. Thanks, Kym. That’s all I kept thinking out there that night, how can angels stay put in this kind of wind? Later I thought they had to be there the whole time, wind be damned because it forced me to actually spend a lot more time with my mom instead of in my “mobile house.”
    Those angels know better than us.

  7. The photo looks like an angel. Winds are actually God’s angels at work.
    The King James version tells us in Hebrews 1:7 “And of the angels he saith, Who maketh his angels spirits, and his ministers a flame of fire.”
    The word “spirit” is derived from the Hebrew word “ruoch” which means “breath”, or “wind”. Some translations of the Bible replace this word in this verse with “wind”.
    So next time there is a wind storm know that God’s angels are at word.

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