Friday, December 18, 2015

12.16.15 Glad I woke up

     

Today I realized that my whole family here ( three offspring, one husband , one daughter-in- law )is composed of introverts , with the exception of one. 
     I was having a conversation today , and had that realization . 
     Not only was my kid possibly the only extrovert in their family . I had been making assumptions about them, without realizing it, based on my own introverted existence.
     See, if you tend to be an introvert, you’ll wander away from your bower for some fun and games  then retreat , and be quiet and alone and recoup .
     If you're an extrovert, you have an actual need for a volume of interaction. It's not a choice .
It isn't like an introvert needing to learn better how to 'take care of themselves ' so they're not all needy. Because, surprise surprise , an extrovert actually needs this amount of interaction the way a plant needs water , or we need air to breathe .
     Big time Herd Animals .
     So weird, when you realize you've been projecting onto another, quietly imposing your values onto them.
     Pfft. Just glad I woke up and realized.
     I called my kid.
     Offered the idea. Apologized for not understanding .
     Mentioned some ideas of compensatory changes in the family .
     And then, off they went , all able and gifted and making their way .




Wednesday, December 16, 2015

12.16.15 One day last summer,

the earth turned and the moon shone 
and the stars filled the sky 
with their unknown complexity.

12.16.15 Life. Brought to you by Everyday Wonder.

12.16.15 Teeny tiny watercolors

                                on a beautiful December day.  
                                These are a little over 1"x1". Right. itsy bitsy.
                                What is it about small?


Have you made tiny things? They are so funny, how they reveal themselves. 
Course , many of my friends would know how to compose with delicious complexity, 
so not so quick and simple . But is a small comfort, and makes me smile.


 

I think this is what happens when your camera is broken, and you have many to give thanks to. Lots of little tiny bits.













Monday, December 14, 2015

12.15.15 Distilling the essence of the moment



I love that. How, if you can get it together to take a photo of a moment, you really have all these moments, that you might have lost. And you have them forever. 
I check out the photo, and there I am. Time traveling. 
The sun and the breeze and watching him down by the waves, while I soak up the heat from the sand, belly full of beach sandwich and lemonade, book by my side, the whole whole day open, just to be there. And then, there is the photo. Distilling the essence of the moment.


12.15.15 Really, it was the sweetest thing.



     It seems like there were thousands of sleepovers, with a zillion wonderful young ones, being dropped off with sleeping bags and video games and pillows, and their favorite stuffed animals. I actually thought that interesting, that little growing up boys would bring their stuffed bears and cats and all, with their special names, joking and then cuddling down with them at bedtime. One of the houses we rented had a finished basement, so I'd let the hordes come and stay.
     They'd have movies and soda and pizza and Doritos, all the crap I didn't allow, and then video games and racing around throwing pillows at each other, til I was certain they'd had a nice time, let's say around 11 or so, when Kevin was long asleep and the other kids too upstairs.
     Then, I'd bring down a chair, and park myself, as I ended up doing with most sleep overs, so that we avoided the hysterical exhausted bunch of kids on Sunday morning who would be no good at their homework or showing up at school come Monday.
     My kids always told their friends "She's really nice, but don't mess with her." They'd always misunderstand me, and mess with me. I'd say "Ok, now its time to eat" or "Please pick up your garbage right now" or "We need to leave in ten minutes. “  There’d be all these kids who somehow thought this was an invitation to a negotiation. As if.
     My kids would warn "Hey, we just have to do this." But no, the other kids would be like "Hey, I don't want to now. " or "I'm just going to do this a little longer." Who knew why? I certainly didn't . Being a big sister of five left me in good stead. I'd be all nice and sweet, and take that thing out of their hands, switch off the tv, roll up the video game stuff while a bunch of them were loudly protesting. I'd turn, and say "HEY. Now. Time for bed, you guys. Go use the bathroom, and then get down here, ok?"
     And they'd settle down. I'd pull a chair up, and just sit there, with a flashlight, reading. They'd whisper to my kid "How long is she going to stay there?!" and my kids would reply "Give it up. She'll stay til we're all asleep. " Oh, they'd whine, but man, they'd be passed out, for sure, in about 15 minutes. I'd wait outside in the hall for five minutes. To make sure.
    It was great. I loved all those young ones of all my kids, staying over and talking about things and discovering all kinds of stuff on hikes or fun adventures to cool places.
     We'd all get to know each other, and I just loved them all. Wanted the very best for each of them. Soon enough they'd get it, and laugh at me, tell me how ruthless I was. "Yup, you got it" I'd laugh back, bonking them, shoulder to shoulder, and then delivering the lot of them to some cool waterfall up in Conway, or a sandwich drive-up place, or the town swimming pool.
     Really, it was the sweetest thing.


12.15.15 Now, more than ever,


 it's time to consciously watch how much info to expose ourselves to. 
     What a poor impact upon health, if we lose track of when our daily allowance us coming close .
      Or the trials of perusing intense happenings in the world too late at night. We are of no use , to ourselves or the world , if we venture too often and too far into difficult places, and mess ourselves up. Our emotions , our sleep , our health. 
     Somehow, with clarity and without whining, our task, if we choose it, is to find the way to be somewhat informed , have a voice expressed, but not overdo so that , of our own accord , all we are is distressed resentful overwhelmed unhappy people .