Two weeks from today, my younger son goes in for surgery.
Next week, he goes for the pre-check-up. As much as I want to ignore it, to wrap a towel around my head and hide from the Ravenous Bugblatter Beast (for fans of the Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy), as much as I want to go about my business and pretend that the days aren’t quickly rushing towards us, they are.
J is ready for the surgery. He’ll be getting a lump under his eyelid removed. He’s had the lump since he was born, but only in the last year has it started bothering him. It was time to get it removed.
He’s fine, but Mom isn’t. This is my little one. I know the surgery isn’t huge in the grand scheme of things, but that doesn’t mean that I don’t find myself stressing out over it.
At first, as I wander around, I don’t see anything to shoot.
Finally, I notice a bug. I stop for a moment, waiting to see what the bug does, hoping to find something to photograph. As I stand there quietly, I become more aware of my surroundings. Plants, bugs, leaves, flowers. They’re all there, I just have to quiet down enough to see them.
It doesn’t matter how stressed, how upset I start out, I always return from a photo shoot with my spirit quiet, full of awe and wonder at the world around me.
Sometimes people ask why I focus so much on macros. It’s because the tiny details require me to stop. I can’t rush past, I have to stop and open my eyes and really look at the world. Only when I do that do I discover the peace that calms and quiets even the harshest storm.
What about you? How do you calm your spirit when you feel wracked by storms?