Thursday, September 10, 2009

How We Roll

The kids and I have colds. Not enough to keep us from getting around, thankfully. However, there is enough green snot to keep us from going to the gym in good conscious. So, today I strapped on my jogging shoes, packed a bag full of books and snacks, filled our water bottles and drove to the closest park with trails. I had hopes of getting a good run in, then allowing the kids to run around some open space or play at the playground. I got my run, but as for the playground: no dice. The mosquitoes were thick... thick like they are in an 85 degree summer night in the Everglades.


I had just gotten the kids saddled-up in the stroller and only a dozen yards down the trail when the three cups of coffee I had for breakfast caught up with me and I REALLY had to pee. Apparently, all the other folks in Omaha knew about the mosquitos because the trail was devoid of other people. Thank goodness too. Since I hadn't seen another soul around I had the courage to drop-trou and do my business behind a bush while the kids happily ate dried cranberries. That's when the mosquitos swarmed. It seems I had been jogging just fast enough to out pace them, but when I stopped even for a minute, they found us. I got back to the buggy to find one sucking on Normy's forehead and a horrible cloud of others circling. I was so disgusted that I said out loud, "That's it! We're going back!" But, instead of heading towards the car I picked up my pace and dashed down the trail.

A few steps in I thought, "What the hell am I doing?"And then I answered, "Fuck those mosquitoes! They can't catch me!" (Just because I have finally quit cussing in front of my children doesn't mean I can't drop an F-bomb in my brain.)

So, down the trail I went.


Along with sand toys and balls for the kids to play with at the playground we never made it to, I also brought my camera. I am so tired of taking pictures in the dim light of my house that turn out like this:


or this:



I was really itching to snap some pictures without using the flash or at ISO 800. But, I thought considering the mosquitos, that I wouldn't be able to take a single shot. Luckily there were some places along the trail where they must have lost our sent. There were a couple of times I was so compelled to stop and take a picture that I couldn't resist.



The sound track in my ears was taking my mind on a looped and winding course, just as the path below my sneakers carried the buggy and I along.

I can sense it
something important
is about to happen
it's coming up

it takes courage to enjoy it
the hardcore & the gentle

BIG TIME SENSUALITY


The music felt like it was pumping through my veins along with the blood. I felt the tingling sensation in my skin as the endorphins and adrenalin kicked in. The colors around me were bright and bold and I tried to drink it all up and make little stamps of the colors on my brain to access in a grey feeling moment.


Even though it was well after nine o'clock the moon was still sitting in the sky, getting a peek at at whats goes on during the day. It seems every few steps I would look up and see it, odd and out of place.


Wake up, so much you and I can be
Far beyond the face that we can see
Listen to the silent prayer as it goes up so, to the sky


It was as though every time I stopped to look a little closer I saw something surprising. These thistles kept catching my eye with their bright purple flowers. But, it was the little green bugs hard at work that I found the most amazing.

So, let go, let go
Jump in
Oh well, what you waiting for?
It's all right
'Cause there's beauty in the breakdown



I brought you something close to me, 
Left for something you see though your here. 
You haunt my dreams There's nothing to do but believe, 
Just Believe. Just Breathe.

So, what got you movin' today? What song made you burst in to your own private dance part for one? Come on! I know you belted something out in the car today!

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Good Blog!!! Some day I know I am going to see your name on a binding somewhere. Just can't wait to be with you at Thanksgiving.

GPN

Anonymous said...

your F bomb prooves there are pot holes on the high road I guess

Anonymous said...

Hi Becca! Long time no talk!!! Glad to see you guys are well! I really like the this entry about the soundtrack. It made me feel compelled to share the song with you that always reminds me of your little family- Mushaboom by Feist. Have you heard it? If no, you should! Atleast look up the lyrics!

SPread hugs and kisses from me to all your people. xo -toni