Capturing moments

Today, I went to the waterfront.  Alone.  Armed with my coffee, my camera, and a good book, I set out for a peaceful couple of hours.  As I neared the water, something wasn’t quite right.  There were people there!  Hordes of people.  As I slowly drove along the road to my secret parking spot, I felt disappointment (with a side of mild resentment).  Here I was ready for a peaceful visit to my coveted water only to find I had to share it.

I parked my car, gathered all my necessities and headed toward my spot, hoping that no one was there.  I hoped I could find a bench overlooking the waterbreak and the rocky shore.  Being that my spot was on the fringes of the path, I was able to snag it.

As I sat there nursing my coffee and half-reading my book, I started to pay more attention to my surroundings.  The father throwing rocks into the lake with his daughter.  The older couple parking their bicycles while chatting about the latest happenings of a TV show.  The woman walking her dog along the waves,  it occasionally jumping in and splashing her.  I noticed the robin tentatively approaching me in search of a worm.  The many sailboats on the horizon and the motorboats sailing past them.  I wanted to be on a boat.  Any boat.

I soaked it in, shaking my initial territorial reaction and its accompanying resentment.  I closed my book, chugged my almost-cold coffee, and pulled out my camera.  I don’t fancy myself a photographer.  I like taking pictures, but truth be told, I have no clue what I’m doing.  Nonetheless, I set out on a quest to capture the moments.  There is something about having a camera on hand that makes me more aware of the little things.  The things I usually take for granted.  The beauty in the mundane.

A brave bird.

The view from my bench

The texture of the bark of a tree many years my senior.

As people whizzed past me on their bicycles, inline skates, scooters, and sneakers, I couldn’t help thinking that they were missing out.  That if only they’d stop for a minute, they’d see – and maybe, just maybe, appreciate the world around them.   They had other things on their minds, I’m sure.  Places to go, times to beat, heart rates to raise.

When I stop.  When I look.  When I listen, everything becomes so much clearer.  The moments seem to last longer.  It is apparent to me that I need to do this more often.  I need to check out of my head and truly observe.  Truly be aware.  And, truly appreciate the world in which I live.

How do you connect to the world around you?  How do you capture moments?


More moments, captured. sarahcasm’s Flickr

Water grounds me

Today we visited the waterfront.  It’s is one of my favourite things to do once the weather gets warmer and nicer.

Water grounds me.  There is something about it that brings me back and gives me perspective – the sound of it, the smell of it, the ebb and flow of it.

There is nothing that calms me more than staring at a body of water that stretches to the horizon.  Boundless.  Powerful.  Full of potential and possibilities.  Unknown and unassuming.

What grounds you?
Does nature give you perspective?

The World I Know…

This world I know makes less and less sense to me as I negotiate through it as a mother.   I live in a world that is inherently flawed and thoroughly unnatural.  I have become increasingly aware of this as I try to reconcile working and mothering.  Working has forced me  to relinquish control of how much time I spend with my son, which conflicts with every maternal instinct I have.  Often, our human arrogance prevents us from viewing ourselves as animals, but the fact remains that we are.  We are mammals who, by nature, nurture our young.  So, of course I feel like I should be with my son, nurturing him and raising him, teaching him, and loving him.

The priorities of this world I know are so skewed, that money is valued over children, and parents have to chose between providing for their children and parenting them.