Monday, February 22, 2010
Thursday, February 11, 2010
In the Scheme of Things...
Hubby has a "happy place," and I'm a little envious. Have I always been so hyper and so sensitive?
Where is that calm, beautiful, peaceful place in my mind that brings my heart rate down?
I have one of the happiest memories secured in my mind, but it's not peaceful. Not like Hubby's.
His is an old surfing memory of dawn cresting on the horizon, as he sits on his surfboard in that early light, waiting for the next set of swells to catch a ride. He said it was the perfect morning, calm, clear, the smell of the ocean penetrating his senses, and the air filling his lungs with earthly goodness. (Well, my corny words, not his.) He says he will always remember that day, that moment in time when he needs to calm down.
My really happy moment is the first time I saw Sonny Boy. Having to have an emergency C section made it impossible to see him imediately after he was presented to the world via my belly rather than my down under. So a few hours after recovery, they wheel me to the nursery and a nurse brings him over to me, and he's crying. I say, "Don't cry, Sonny Boy. Don't cry." And he stops crying and starts looking at me. He recognized my voice. I didn't get to hold him until I was in a room, but that moment was pretty special. I love it. I don't know if it calms me down, but it definitely gives me a lift.
So, right now, I need a lift.
I'm very sensitive about my writing. I wrote a little Haiku for the newsletter I'm involved in, and somehow after the proofing by the powers that be, a word got changed without anyone telling me. Well, you know Haiku. It's very lean on words, every single one counts. The word that filled in for the correct one just messed it up. "Eh?" I say, when I'm sitting in the group of fellow docents, reading the newsletter. I lean over to my co writer and say, "There's a typo."
She takes a gulp at first, then says, "Oh, it's OK." Easy for her to say.
Hey, powers that be, a word: DON'T CHANGE MY WRITING WITHOUT ASKING ME!
It hasn't been the first time, and I asked that if anything's going to change, tell me. It makes me want to say, "Next time it's a deal breaker."
Come hither, happy place!
PS. I wrote the Haiku to illustrate the fact that training classes were interrupted by really bad weather.
A Winter Haiku
Winter rain tamped
Our list of keen art classes
February looms bright
Where is that calm, beautiful, peaceful place in my mind that brings my heart rate down?
I have one of the happiest memories secured in my mind, but it's not peaceful. Not like Hubby's.
His is an old surfing memory of dawn cresting on the horizon, as he sits on his surfboard in that early light, waiting for the next set of swells to catch a ride. He said it was the perfect morning, calm, clear, the smell of the ocean penetrating his senses, and the air filling his lungs with earthly goodness. (Well, my corny words, not his.) He says he will always remember that day, that moment in time when he needs to calm down.
My really happy moment is the first time I saw Sonny Boy. Having to have an emergency C section made it impossible to see him imediately after he was presented to the world via my belly rather than my down under. So a few hours after recovery, they wheel me to the nursery and a nurse brings him over to me, and he's crying. I say, "Don't cry, Sonny Boy. Don't cry." And he stops crying and starts looking at me. He recognized my voice. I didn't get to hold him until I was in a room, but that moment was pretty special. I love it. I don't know if it calms me down, but it definitely gives me a lift.
So, right now, I need a lift.
I'm very sensitive about my writing. I wrote a little Haiku for the newsletter I'm involved in, and somehow after the proofing by the powers that be, a word got changed without anyone telling me. Well, you know Haiku. It's very lean on words, every single one counts. The word that filled in for the correct one just messed it up. "Eh?" I say, when I'm sitting in the group of fellow docents, reading the newsletter. I lean over to my co writer and say, "There's a typo."
She takes a gulp at first, then says, "Oh, it's OK." Easy for her to say.
Hey, powers that be, a word: DON'T CHANGE MY WRITING WITHOUT ASKING ME!
It hasn't been the first time, and I asked that if anything's going to change, tell me. It makes me want to say, "Next time it's a deal breaker."
Come hither, happy place!
PS. I wrote the Haiku to illustrate the fact that training classes were interrupted by really bad weather.
A Winter Haiku
Winter rain tamped
Our list of keen art classes
February looms bright
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