Blur

These days fly by in a blur. The hours I spend with Baby Man have no linear time to them. I watch him as he learns to mimic and smile and drink countless bottles and am astounded that two hours are gone.

I have been spending more time with him while his mommy is in flight training. She has a new position at Aligence Airlines where she will pilot their planes. Spending more time is a good thing, new job for her is not so good for me. Baby Man, as I call him will only be with me for another month or so instead of the five years they had hoped. Florida is not on my horizons as it is in theirs.

Back to the blur. Spending time in the blur happens when I am with him. The blur occurs when I am writing or when I used to do art work. Hours fly by, accounted for yet there is a distinct difference to the feeling of the time. It is that kind of moment when you look up and wonder, "Where did the time go?" The blur for me is some of the best time on earth. It is when I am most connected to another, an idea, a force. It has happened while on a bike ride on the beautiful trail in the Pacific Northwest that I miss so much, it has happened sitting in the sun watching the waves break and feeling its warmth on my skin. The blur happens in the kitchen when I am in midst of timing an amazing meal and it's almost done. It concurs with that first bite that is an absolute mouth orgasm of amazing. The blur happens in her arms on Saturday afternoons. The three day birthday weekend spent in Bellingham was blur time. Baking in the kitchen with my Grandma Johnson when I was a kid was blur time. Floating down the river on inner tubes slow but fast - that's blur time.

Here is the thing about the blur, it goes by so fast but it's so damn good. Here's to embracing the blur.