Summer Vacation, Day 80: Like Breathing

Extended Blogger’s Note: Our dear “elder daughter” and Trevor’s godmother Betsy, referenced here, is coming to visit for a week beginning tomorrow. Can’t wait to see her! I used to try to explain to her and her friends in our church youth group back in Michigan that they need not be self conscious when they prayer – you can’t really do it wrong, as long as use your heart and mean it sincerely. Too many people stress about praying “right” and let it keep them from praying. Anyway, a poem, of sorts …

like breathing
it doesn’t take real effort, like
deep thought or the flight
of birds. prayer is like
breathing — you can’t do it
wrong. think respiration:
the diaphragm draws
downward; air rushes
to fill the void, lungs
inflate, blood and alveoli
trade in gases. molecules
swirl and dance
bond and break
according to laws
of biology
chemistry
physics
STOP!

close your eyes.
breathe in
and out again.
it’s inspiration and
exhalation — it’s
simple.

j. thorp
20 July 2003

Summer Vacation, Day 78: On Writing

Blogger’s Note: I’m cheating a bit on this one, because technically it’s taken almost entirely from a comment I left on a post in Jacqui’s Room entitled “A Room of One’s Own.”

I have no space of my own. To get in the mood, I tell the kids I need to write; set up a card table in the bedroom; get Trevor a drink and ask him why he never wants anything to do with me until I need to write; fire up my laptop; ask Jodi if she’ll remind the kids that when Puck barks, it means he wants to come in; pull up a chair; calmly remind the kids I need to write; answer a few emails; write a lame Facebook status update; visit Jacqui’s Room and Hubba’s House (see Friends and Good People, at right) for half an hour; bark at the kids that, although I’ve yet to write anything, I am write-ING, and they need to play downstairs or outside if they are going to be loud; complain to myself that it’s too quiet; build a custom playlist for the day’s fiction; open a beer; and press play. Later I counteract the beer with a cup of green tea or black coffee.

Music is critical. For the kung-fu screenplay, it was indie hip-hop (like current local fave Doomtree) and traditional Chinese music on shuffle. For the fantasy novel, country/folky/bluesy stuff seems to work – She & Him, Neko Case, Carla Bruni (yes, the supermodel first lady of France sings), etc. …

Summer Vacation, Day 77: Quite a Coincidence!

This evening we’re getting our first family photo in ages taken for the church directory (and possible purchase and dissemination). We were talking about how long it had been over supper last night, and it came up that, the last time, four-year-old Trevor was not in the photo. (In fact, he was not yet an agreed-upon eventuality at that moment.)

“Was I still inside Mommy?” asked Trevor.

“Sort of, yeah,” I said.

“When did I get out of Mommy?” he asked.

“June 21, 2004,” said Jodi.

His face broke into a surprised smile. “So when I popped out, it was my birthday?!” he asked.

We all laughed long and loud over this, and Brendan attempted to explain that that’s what a birthday is. It was lost on Trevvy, who could not believe his good fortune, having “popped out” on his birthday.

Jodi laughed loudest, I think – I suspect at the notion that, at 12 pounds, 2 ounces, Trevor “popped” at all!

Summer Vacation, Day 75: Worst Day Ahead

Tomorrow is the worst day of summer. Is there any day less looked forward to than the last day-long drive home at the end of a great vacation, knowing you’ll roll in late and have top rise early for work? Goodbye, Michigan. Goodbye, family and friends. And thank you for taking such good care of us!