Our daughter's book, "It's Okay About It", is coming out in a few weeks (it's available for preorder; click the title). She finds inspiration for daily life in the unique, sweet phrases our grandson uses to express himself in our neurotypical world.
"It's too loud my ears!" is how he lets everyone know that the environment is overstimulating. He's exquisitely sensitive to noisy activity from all over the room.
Since November's election I've been avidly following the political news. My Facebook feed is a continuous drum of environmental disaster. Additionally, it's always got at least one (usually more) awful photo of some kind of animal neglect and abuse, and of suffering, dying refugees or Syrian citizens. My inbox is full of petition requests, updates from my Senators, and desperate pleas for donations from my favorite environmental groups.
And so a few weeks ago it became "Too Loud My Ears!!!" - and I just had to avoid the computer for awhile. Oh, I still check the headlines, but for five minutes instead of fifty. Facebook - ditto. I give Instagram and my blog roll a quick scan every few days. Blogging went by the wayside. "Who's going to care about a cute dog pic while kids are being gassed" - a cartoon of me would have had a giant black cloud over my head!
Taking this break helped. So did the true arrival of Spring:
|Smelling the lilacs...|
|Shopping for flowers...|
|And planting them...|
|Watching the birds build their nests, then knowing where they have hidden them, like this mama Cardinal...|
|Listening to the hum of bees in the crabapple blossoms...|
|And noticing the many kinds and sizes of bees...|
|Watching the emergence of tender plants into our world...|
|As bright, tiny leaves unfold.|