Queen of Dreams Radio
Today, Mark, Chance and I went to a birthday party for our nephew’s (Chance’s cousin) birthday. It reminded me of a different time, a slower time – maybe the 60s, possibly the 70s – way before birthdays became ‘productions.’
There we were at the park, the wind was blowing about 30 miles per hour. My hair, which is down to my waste is blowing EVERYWHERE. Chance’s hair, which is past his shoulders is blowing EVERYWHERE. And somehow in this crazy physical feeling, I found myself watching the kids play in the gravel pit by the playground. All the kids under five were lost in their play. Scooping up the gravel, dumping it in the bucket, pouring the bucket out, running tiny rocks through the spinner (those little toys you pour water into and the paddles spin around), these activities took them into another space, and as I watched them, I went there too.
I found myself entranced, and then I began taking pictures of them. I love photography and clicked away, equally entranced by their expressions…how focused they were, how delighted they were, how lost they were in the moment. All that existed was the gravel, the shovel and the toys. The wind was forgotten, the food nearby was gone, parents faded into the background, and for a while, we shared some space…lost completely together in it.
