What Makes me Tick

Here it is; a digital image of the thing that propels me forward and gives me focus and drive...undoubtedly the reason I chose to teach after my real job, as mom, timed out. But what part of this image is it that I find so compelling, so dear?

• Is it the child himself-- Noah, the individual?
• Is it because this child still believes in magic, and through him, so can I?
• Or is it the pure transience of the moment, my desire to capture the fire fly while it still burns?

Whatever the reason, I can tell you that one quick glance at this vignette sent me running for the camera-- to capture it & to savor it as a souvenir-- a keepsake to treasure close to my heart.

Thinkin' of My Folks

I confess to a deep pridefulness. While I know that pride goes before the fall, I am not ashamed of this pridefulness because it really has nothing to do with me, none of my doing, pure quirk of fate.

I am proud of my mom and dad.

Here they are caught doing what I love most about them: a combination of teaching and doing. My parents are all about getting up and doing, creating really.

They are also all about sharing the fruits of their labor.

And as their daughter, I have benefitted from their life-long giving... not just me, but all those connected to me; they live to share.

Here they are sharing their expertise with their great-grandson

When it comes to woodwork, my dad has the role of creating it, and my mom has the role of making sure it meets all the necessary specs. They make a pretty good team: she has the "eye" and he has the skill.