My life whipped me into a mountain of bills/piano lessons/shutter speeds sans sanity and produced an ever-present substance of logic and chaos, recycling life's moments into a paradigm of memorable and sometimes so-wanted-to-be forgotten events. The epicenter of this beautiful chaos is Creve Coeur, the city I call my home for the past two years. It's franco-judean elements, combined with decades of generations merge the little town on the outskirts of the city line into a porous conglomeration of rich and poor, happy and depressed, young and old. The streets give way to wider traffic lanes and the old stores of generations' past give way to yet another chain of ever-opened shelves filled with junk and gadgets, which apparently we can't survive without.
Appeal of this sleepy neighborhood is unique, for it provides the silver lining of a metropolitan dwelling combined with truly suburb-like mentality. You fit in, no matter what car you drive or High School you went to. You fit in quietly and without pretense. This makes my habitat hospitable and busy with elements of surprise, eager to excite the mundane suburban wife on a day-to-day basis.
My world is full of images, fluttering, elf-like, beginning to be ripped from the computer screen and into the endless greenery that is our neighborhood. The wondrous sounds being whispered from the trees or the whooshing bits along Olive, streamline into a monotonous flow of daily jib-jab, yet give way to a lonely siren of a nearby EMT vehicle. We all live in it and we all breathe it. Funny enough, never stop to analyze it. We run along the narrow sidewalks, we run into the supermarkets, we run...and never stop.
Today I stopped and listened. I took in the molecules of heavy air and sporadic sun rays, chlorophyll-rich oaks and rain-soaked ground. I stopped and let it in, without regret or thoughts. I breathed it in. I let the flora and fauna take their rightful place inside my body. I exhaled. And...it all became a bit easier.
For a single moment I was me....just me...not a mom, a wife, a photographer, a daughter...but, just me. Just me in Creve Coeur.
This post was contributed by a community member. The views expressed here are the author's own.
We’ve removed the ability to reply as we work to make improvements. Learn more here
The views expressed in this post are the author's own. Want to post on Patch?