Five Minute Friday.......

 

You live your life    all    drawn     out     yet-flies-by-so-quickly-     in great wonder and expectation of what is to come next.  Before you can catch your breath on last year’s living, you are moving forward to tomorrow’s promises.  You finish college, take on new career, marry and travel.  You build homes and birth children.  You get puppies from the pound and paint teenager’s rooms in psychedelic colors which match their hair and at times, their souls.  The mundane of laundry and groceries and car pool would wreak havoc on your woman’s spirit except that underneath it all, where your heart lies and your spirit hums, is that place that is fostering thought about what it all means to do this thing called living.

You capture all these little and big and sweet and painful moments in the wellspring of your heart and hold them fast until that time you are ready….. 

to

WRITE 

And, when that time comes, you pour your very soul out unto the world on paper all black and white and even at times, red. 

Those hands which draw together words which form the paragraphs of your daily living.  You expose your innermost thoughts at risk to those who would read them never knowing if they prove worthy or even right. 

You forge through word meanings and soul searches and grammar needs until you finally find that rhythm which matches that of your very being. 

And, you come to understand that we all have our stories, we all have our life’s tales and we share them with the world in the form which best suits our heart.  Some paint, some orate and some craft statues sublime.  Some hone wood into bowls and yarn into blankets. Others surf waves on the ocean and still others fly planes into the heavens.  Some hold the sickest of babies keeping them alive and others educate the minds of our youth hoping, praying for leaders to come to pass.  Still others, they sing, they dance, and they make music on instruments made of all kinds of ebonies and whites.  Some preach from the pulpits and some sit at their desk making sense of our living.  

And some of us, those who have been heaping up wonder and thoughts and meanings into our heart and upon our souls waiting for that time when it is right… 

Some of us….

We

Write…..