Photo Shoot

“I like this one” Dee said; “You look like a realtor.”

“You mean I look professional, trustworthy, conscientious…?”

“Well sort of”, she replied.

My friend is a photographer and he posts photos on line to promote his new business. I saw one that made my heart stop. Many of his do but this one caught me.

I only know the subject peripherally. He’s a business man and a good one, however, I’ve never seen the twinkle, that I’m sure his family and friends know well, in real life or on camera before. A handsome, smiling man in a suit made me grin.

Maybe the photographer could capture something in me that few people have ever seen or noticed before:

Professionalism, trustworthiness, compassion, patience, forgiveness, or understanding. Are those looks that can be captured?

Dee said she can always tell when I think someone is full of sh*t because one eye gets funny.

“Quit smirking” means Mom knows what I was thinking.

Honeybun leaves the room quietly when I get a certain look.

I’m not sure what those looks look like.

I should have brushed my hair.

I should have put on makeup.

I should have made Dee come with me. She could have of given instructions: “Look happy, sad, mad, irritated, scared, unsure, confident.”

I should have made all of those faces so I could see what others see.

Instead I laughed at the camera because I had no choice. I laughed at me because I’m funny. Here I am at a photo shoot pretending I know why I’m here.

“Can I put your picture on my website?”, my friend asked after.

“Only if I look really good. Not that I’m vain but… I don’t want people to think I think I should be getting my picture taken…I mean it may seem I’m being …ah…whatever.”

“Do you want to check it out first?”, he asked kindly.

“Yeah, that would be good.”

The next day my grandmother and I looked through old knitting books.

“I had a beautiful Norwegian sweater like this once. Such intricacies in the patterns” she mused.

“Look at this one! Get a load of the model!” I said somewhat unkindly.

“Speaking of which let me show you the photos from the shoot”

“Oh, lovely!”, she said while looking at the file.

I smiled to myself.

“Look at the colors!”

I smiled again. Maybe she could see that one of my eyes is more green than blue.

“It looks like a difficult pattern.”

Wait? What?

She assumed we were still discussing knitting patterns and was referring to the shirt I was wearing.

Now that I think about it, I never really noticed that before. It’s a nice shirt. It would make a great sweater.

Acorns Keep Fallin’ On My Head

Mighty oaks from little acorns grow. Rumour has it the origins of this proverb come from England. Big things can come from small beginnings. Everyone knows that.

Well not everyone. I read a guest blogger’s post on a VIY (very important yogi’s) website. The author described the massive amount of acorns she noticed while walking amongst the maple trees. Maybe it was a typo.

Nope.

The fact that she brought it up again at the end of the essay made it clear that she wasn’t aware that maple trees don’t drop acorns.

”This can’t be right”, I said to myself and Georgia.

“Where was the editor? How could someone let this misinformation slip past?”

I got so worked up that I felt sick. I think I made the dog sick too with my pacing and ranting.

When I met with my dear mental health guide a few days later, yes days, I was still in a tizzy.

”Are you upset at the content or method of delivery?”, she asked.

”Both”,  I barked.

”This woman had the opportunity to reach thousands of people but no one checked to see if she was going to sound like an idiot doing so.”

”You sound judgmental,” she said without judgment.

With a slow and steady breath I managed to respond with ”Well, yes, I guess I am” rather than retort with “Am not”.

I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to cry or feel shame so I chose neither. (That’s a first.)

So this is what being judgmental is all about.

All this time I thought it was when you read a book by its cover.

I didn’t feel judgmental but I did feel

-jealous because the author was on this massive platform,

-admiration because she went through the process to do so,

-irritation at the lack of attention to nature facts,

-protective of this person who had no editing support.

Talk about a can of mixed nuts and emotions. No wonder I felt sick.

Feed a cold, starve a fever.

Feed judgment, starve empathy.

Today, my other mental health advisor, Bliss said, ”Einstein said ’Those who have the privilege to know have the duty to act’”.

Good point.  Should I have sent a comment or correction?

Maybe.

Then again who am I, Euell Gibbons?

Namaste- wild hickory nuts taste like hay.

PS – All spelling and grammatical errors are due to poor editing and me pretending to be a Brit.

Acorns