I stalk the light, and the world fades away.
There is only this moment,
this camera,
this flower,
this light.
Which camera? Irrelevant:
an old beater, camera phone, DSLR…
it doesn’t matter.
The flower – deconstructed
petal, stamen,
line, curve,
color.
I capture the light, not the flower
The way the light moves and flexes,
around and through,
reflection,
absorption,
glow.
In the end, it’s not even about me;
it’s about embracing the light.
Writing has been difficult lately. I feel like I’m chasing soap bubbles, and the moment I grasp a nugget, a train of thought, an approach, an angle, it disappears into nothingness before I can pin it to paper.
It’s so very much like my daughter chasing these bubbles around the park – yet so different.
First, I’m not having as much fun (I need to do something about that).
Second, my failure to grasp these bubbles, and manipulate them into a cohesive thesis, has consequenses.
Just a few more days, I can count it in hours now, till this semester is done. The last paper and final are friday; then I can exhale.
And then I can chase the bubbles just for fun.
WW linky on page 2
Whenever you see me with my little girl, there is a good chance that we are adventuring.
We may be adventuring at the grocery store
in the back yard
at the library
during the commute
or in a fountain at the mall.
I’m so blessed to have this constant reminder to embrace the adventure in life, wherever we are.
I just had to fix-up this picture with my favorite quote of hers from last summer.
Favorite TV Shows: SuperWhy, Diego, Dancing with the Stars, Billy the Exterminator, Angelina Ballerina, Shark Week
Favorite Movie: The Princess and the Frog
Shoe size: 10
What she wants to do when she grows up: Rescue Animals – and – be like Mommy (mama swoon)
Favorite Books: Too Princessy, The Animal Encyclopedia, Too Purpley, Sharks
Best Quote of the Year: “Adventure makes me happy, and I have my shoes on.”
Happy Birthday, Baby Girl.
People ask me what my blog is about, and every time I pause. I know I’m supposed to have an elevator speech prepared, I guess it’s time I start thinking about that.
This blog has been through so many iterations. I started the first CoffeeJitters blog on LiveJournal back in 2001. It’s hard to believe it’s been more than ten years since that first blog post. A lot has changed over that decade.
CoffeeJitters has been a single girl making her way in the world blog, a wedding blog, an infertility blog, a photography blog, a quitting my job and going back to school full time blog, a wow! I’m pregnant! blog, a mommy blog, a cancer blog, and a relearning how to dream after cancer blog.
Mostly, it’s a love letter to my daughter and husband, and an ongoing autobiography. It is my story, and my practice honing my voice. It is my chance to be heard.
I think in a way, that’s what a lot of us bloggers are doing. I keep picturing all the bloggers of the world at their computers furiously typing away in a clackity-clack version of the Whos that Horton heard, yelling at the top of their lungs, “We Exist!”
Blogging allows us to make our mark on the world. To show that we exist. To have a voice and have it heard. To contribute to the ongoing story of the human race.
My studies recently have centered a great deal around women’s history throughout the world, and the difficulty involved in truly understanding what a woman’s life was like. Mens stories were recorded, by men. Women’s stories… not so much.
I look at blogging in comparison to that and I think: what a gift we are leaving for future generations. Is there any comparable resource in history to the wide range of women’s stories now available? Sure, there’s a good deal of exaggeration. That also exists in our history books. But there is so much more variety of stories and lifestyles represented. I’m proud to be a part of this movement. I’m so happy that future generations will have such a wealth of information about their ancestors – us. (On second thought, maybe I’d better go clean up a few of my posts)
