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Category: Thoughts

Normal Is Not the Same for Everyone

The media keeps saying how trying these times are. It’s repeated on the radio, the TV, social media. I can only wonder if maybe, just maybe, it is just a matter of a larger section of society being forced to live the way a smaller section of society prefers.

Let’s say the larger section of society thrives on running around, making noise, being surrounded by as many people as possible.

Let’s also say the smaller section feels best taking it slower, enjoying what is around them, immersing themselves in calm and quiet, communicating with those they feel necessary, living more in solitude.

Usually, the smaller section has no choice but to integrate with the larger section.

Right now, the larger section has no choice but to integrate with the smaller section, to live like them.

If these are truly trying times, then imagine what it is like for those people who prefer living like this, quietly alone, year after year after year. Their lives must have been exhausting; only now can they breathe.

Not everyone follows the same path.

Why Bumblebees Weigh on My Mind

I stood at the 39 km mark and cheered on the runners who had lots of strength left in them and seemed to skip by, runners who looked determined every time a foot touched the ground, runners who struggled to take their next step, runners who could barely breathe, and runners who mustered up just enough strength to walk.

It was on this 39 km mark that I noticed a few characters running in the opposite direction of the runners. Each character wore a smile. Each character moved lightly and looked like they were floating past.

Who caught my attention? Superman, Batman, and bumblebees in bright yellow tutus. The bumblebees held my attention the most. It might have been because they were bumblebees. It might have been their tutus. It might have been the joy they exuded; they did exude more than the superheroes.

These ballerina bumblebees hunted the downtrodden runners, sat with them, cheered them up, cheered them on, lifted their spirits, and got them to stand straight and head down the road to finish the race. They did this not for themselves, but for the runners and for the spirit of the marathon.

Real bumblebees do the same. They hunt the lonely flowers, land on them, spend time with them, gather pollen, and visit the next one. Yes, they do this to gather food for their hive, but, on a larger scale, they are doing this so that more plants grow, which means all animals, all people, have food to live.

Let’s never forget the black and yellow bumblebee. Cheer on those flying bumblebees any way we can when we see them and when we don’t. Let’s become ballerina bumblebees and cheer each other on. After all, we are all running a series of small races in this marathon called Life.

Thinking of Fear

I have been thinking about what scares us lately. How does it feel? What makes us scared?

As a mom, there are a million fears all related to children and their future.

There’s also fears that are coupled with anxiety. Will the catwalk give way and send me plummeting to the cement floor below? Will I fall out the window when I clean out the sill from the inside?

To shirk ominous clouds off me, I remind myself: I am afraid of flying, yet I took the plane; I am afraid of new places, yet I went to a place I had never seen before. Because of this, I saw things I never would have seen. Like the gnarly old tree with the bush growing on it, the faces I see in the branches both dead and alive.

Fear. Something to think about. Something to overcome.

The Cover for Bubble Fusion

Bubble Fusion has two main pieces of art attached to it: the photo of me on the back and the cover. (Actually, the photo is also here on this website.)

Let’s start with the photo. I knew I would be needing a photo for the book and various sites. I found, through word of mouth, Ben Di Nunzio. I asked him if he would mind taking my picture. He was more than happy to oblige. We met one late afternoon and he took a lot of pictures of me outside among the trees, which is where I feel the most comfortable. The more time we spent together, the more comfortable I felt with him, the more I realized we had a few things in common.

I was nearly done working on Bubble Fusion. I needed to have a cover to go with the book. I tried one cover with a different artist, but it didn’t do the book justice.

By the time the book was done, I had a better idea of what I wanted on the cover. However, I wasn’t 100% positive it was a great idea.

I decided to call Ben up again to ask him for his advice and then decided to ask him to create the cover for me.

He came up with several different pieces of work. Some were beautifully elaborate. In the end, we both decided the one with multiple bubbles intersecting, or fusing, with each other was the most representative of the book.

The bubbles represent the feeling that each one of us is trapped in some type of bubble. Some people are unaware of it and have no problems communicating and connecting with other people. Others are acutely aware of living inside a bubble and make conscious decisions to let people in or to ask them to leave.

Bubbles approaching other bubbles are people meeting each other. Overlapping bubbles indicate a closer relationship.

The bubbles on the cover also imply molecules coming together to create something or, in this case, someone.

As for the font used on the cover, well, Ben Di Nunzio went the extra mile. He drew the unnamed font on the book cover. Here, again, he pulled the concept of bubbles into the text.

There you have it. The answer to who took my photo and the answer to who did the cover art.