Wednesday, July 1, 2009
A bee's eye view
It's so cold and it's making me grouchy. Whatever air mass is sitting over WI right now is seriously disrupting an otherwise pleasant start to summer. Today it feels like a mild day in March which would be so welcome in March. July 1st, not so much.
This morning I volunteered at our local community center. The center literally hums when people are in it, and with the energy and purpose of a beehive it occurs to me. Everybody seems to be chaotically moving in different directions with different tasks, staff communicating with quick, almost shorthand interactions and then heading in different directions once again. In their chairs, out of their chairs, disrupted constantly by immediate needs of those who access the center. Momentarily pulls staff members off task and then they're right back to their work only to be interrupted again and again. Everyone's moving with a common purpose, helping our community and its people to grow and thrive. I was a happy drone in the midst of it all.
I've long held a fantasy of being a secretary as I think I would be very good at bossing someone around under the auspices of working for them and making myself officiously indispensable. My volunteerism was delightfully secretarial today, plugging in data on a spreadsheet while the center buzzed around me. It's a lively center, informal and chatty and entirely chill. I love being surrounded by the activity without having to respond to it or be responsible to anything but my little spreadsheet. Feeling part of something without responsibility for its overall operation. Data entry. Peaceful.
Unlike the second part of my day full of machinations and schemes trying to fact find and organize four women from four different cities getting together for a short vacation later this summer. Herding cats I tell you.
Time for some wine while admiring some shots of my beautiful garden from a bee's eye view.
Ok, well, these I bought.