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Traveling; In and Out of Focus

Traveling In and Out of Focus

This time tomorrow we will almost be there.

Who knows if the road will be in focus?

Or out of focus?

Probably a mix;

There will be craziness.

Mixed with complaints.

There will be music and singing,

Mixed with Thomas the Train.

There will be laughter,

Mixed with tears.

Probably so.

Who knows if the road will be out of focus?

Or in focus?

But at this time tomorrow, we’ll almost be there.

This road that we travel.

Neither straight nor sane.

Getting there, though, is worth the chaos.

For me, this road will lead me to an experience.

One that I believe will be like no other.

It’s true.

“No matter where you go, there you are…”

We Always Hang in a Buffalo Stance

STORY ONE:

Ledge Hanging Ledge Standing

Davey was introduced to Baba and Dedo’s ledge last week.  That ledge has housed flower pots,  purses at holiday times, picture frames, as well as my my butt, my cousins’ butts,  and my kids’ butts, too!    Seeing Davey up there was fulfilling.  The kids were all obsessed about his safety.    I simply said, “Guys!  He isn’t the first kid to climb and sit up there.   I let all of you up there and have pictures to prove it.”

He could have fallen, sure.  He could have bumped his head, yeah.  He could have gotten scared of his stance, obviously.  But, I had to let him.  It was a small rite of passage that he himself had to experience.

The Ledge

STORY TWO:

New Friends

These beautiful girls with my beautiful girl are the daughters of a friend of mine, from highschool.  I had the pleasure of photographing them at a local park in our home town.  It was such a delicious experience that I ate the whole thing up and was so full up from the love of it all that I even may have burped.   The girls became fast friends and Olivia was even invited to spend the day with them, this summer, when we go back.

Olivia sat with my friend while I photographed her girls.  Afterward, when we all reunited in the middle of the park, my friend proceeded to tell me how funny Olivia was.  Of course, I instantly thought that maybe she had told some not-so-appropriate joke, or story, or something.

Turns out she did.  Kinda.

You see, when we met with them Olivia very politely extended her hand and introduced herself (SCORE!)   And while she was sitting and talking she said, ‘You know, I know there’s all this talk about the Swine Flu, but I still shook your hand when I met you;  I’m not afraid of the Swine Flu!”

Olivia also took on a loving role with another friend’s little girl.  Sometimes the pride can really make you feel explosive.

Her reward: A Dr. Pepper Slurpee from 7-11

That reward sparked a whole ‘Why don’t we have 7-11’s in Georgia’ conversations. I’m still not sure, but I do think every town should have one.

New Friends

STORY THREE:

Our Church

Right now religion is a little lost on me.  But, the same cannot be said for my faith.  My faith is strong, though a little scattered.  I believe what I believe while I still ponder deeper meanings.

However, I cannot look at Our Church without feeling a sense of respect, tradition, and home.  There’s so much there, so much history.  There’s so much to learn.  There’s so much I’ll only be able to figure out on my own.   For now, though, I am content with spirituality.    Religion may never play a big, huge role in my life, and I’m coming to terms with that.

His Sermon

Inside Sts. Cyril & Methody

STORY FOUR:

Connected

I didn’t get to see everyone that I wanted to see, this time, in Buffalo.  I did, however get to spend time with Pauline (and her brother’s girlfriend, Amanda) one night.  We had a night filled with laughter, tarot cards, and skinny mirrors.  Pauline is a sister to me.   She knows this.  You know this, right, PJ?

Our conversations ranged from light to heavy.   Our voices boomed with laughter and muted from tears.

It is proven that we are connected deeply, no matter where we go or what we do, and to have someone in your life—that simply gets you—is amazing.

To those that I didn’t see, I apologize.   Time slips by and comes around again, though.    Quickly, too.

My Reflection on Drunken Terot Card Reading Night at my Cousin Pauline's House!

STORY FIVE:

My Mother

As a mother I have a fear that I am perpetually messing up my kids.   I think many mothers have this fear.   Am I doing enough?  Am I saying enough?  Am I screwing them up?  Will they write a good blog or a bad blog about me, when they grow up?

Here’s the thing, though:  No matter what, when it all boils down, a child will know love.   There will be hurt, ache, hardship, and struggle, but a child will know love.

As we were leaving I heard my father say to the kids that he was used to us leaving and that he wasn’t going to cry (he used to always cry), and he didn’t.    When he hugged me, though, he cried.     Love is truly a twisted tangled mess sometimes.    A welcomed mess, indeed.

Boys Lounge

Aside:  When I made my first blog, it was titled “We Always Hang in  Buffalo Stance” but I like Secret Agent Mama much better!

How Do You See Yourself?

4/25 4/26

4/27

Brimming
I set out on the road
Towards a familiar home
To be fed bread and berries
And to lay new floors
While remaining the same
A reflection of self
Discovering

Reflections at my Grandparents' House 4/28



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