Sometimes a dream lands so hard
it flattens you.
I liked it better before, you moan,
waving my dream like a silk handkerchief,
light and soundless above my head.
It could have been anything,
a kite, a bird, a large balloon
with three passengers.
Instead, it landed in your lap,
you asked for it,
secretly you had been reeling it in for months
like a trapped fish.
Too big for the net–
it loves you more than you love it.
It wants to stay here forever,
smiling and cuddling
in the bosom of your days.
~ Naomi Shihab Nye, from Words Under The Words
[Emma and her beautiful dress]
I do some of my best brain-storming in Starbucks, iPod plugged in, caffeine on a drip and notebook in hand. The iPod not only focusses my mind but also drowns out the cackles and hollers from the teenage girls that sit in packs on the sofas, slurping their frappucinos and hot chocolates. However, if you'd have visted Starbucks yesterday you would have witnessed six thirty-something bloggers sitting in a circle doing a fair amount of cackling and hollering themselves.
Of course, we sounded like a bunch of geeks, talking about stats and comments and Squam; about who knows who, with their strange code names like Dooce and Swirly [sidenote: obviously none of us know Dooce personally]. Sloping away from Jamie's and his impossible waiting times we retired to Wagamama for noodles and green tea; more coffee came later, and a pit stop by the weir for the all-important photoshoot:
Thank you for a wonderful day, ladies – I'll see you all very soon!