Sometimes I join in on Five Minute Fridays. The Gypsy Mama picks a word and we write for five minutes flat about whatever comes to mind. We don't edit, and we don't worry about what it sounds like. Today's word is brave.
I am small, and I speak when I'm spoken to...
brave. heart, what comes to mind?
Walking in the storm, with the full knowledge that God is my protector.
Knowing that being brave doesn't mean you have no fear, but doing it anyway.
Lucy Pevensie.
I want to be like Lucy, brave.
valiant.
Brave for me probably looks like normal to lots of people.
like today, talking with a friend, she was trying to figure out my myers briggs.
I'm ENFJ, I said. It fits me to a tee, but I'm really spiritually messed up so people don't see that. but that's me, on the inside.
brave to show it.
brave to be infectiously bubbly when they already expect me to be reserved.
to let myself just be.
to let others just be.
to embrace the bubbly.
I made a list today. 50 things I want to do. things like smell the flowers, ask questions, eat fruit. but for me, brave.
to spin
to dance in church
to laugh.
I say Your name, just Your name and I'm ready to jump
even ready to fall...
(lyrics from Brave by Nichole Nordeman)
3/16/12
3/9/12
Five Minute Friday: Empty
Sometimes I join in on Five Minute Fridays. The Gypsy Mama picks a word and we write for five minutes flat about whatever comes to mind. We don't edit, and we don't worry about what it sounds like. Today's word is empty.
Empty. Like my soul is not. Like empty red buckets at the playground for sand castles. Like the sky, without clouds, but at the same time it is completely full of blue. Empty. I am not empty, I am full. Mimi ni mzima. I am full. (I don't know if that's right. but it gets the point across.) I am full of blue sky and gulps of air at the swing set this morning. I am full of freedom, twisting and bubbling in my soul, exploding joy. I am full, I am overflowing. Empty, like the palm of my hand when I hold it out. Holding nothing. Empty of sorrow, empty of pain, empty of busyness. Empty, like the people in those countries far away- I am broken, I have nothing, but whatever I have, you can have. I want that fullness. Empty, empty of fear. Full of delight. Empty. Like the river is not. Like the trees without their leaves in winter, empty but not full of sorrow. Empty but not missing. Full.
Empty. Like my soul is not. Like empty red buckets at the playground for sand castles. Like the sky, without clouds, but at the same time it is completely full of blue. Empty. I am not empty, I am full. Mimi ni mzima. I am full. (I don't know if that's right. but it gets the point across.) I am full of blue sky and gulps of air at the swing set this morning. I am full of freedom, twisting and bubbling in my soul, exploding joy. I am full, I am overflowing. Empty, like the palm of my hand when I hold it out. Holding nothing. Empty of sorrow, empty of pain, empty of busyness. Empty, like the people in those countries far away- I am broken, I have nothing, but whatever I have, you can have. I want that fullness. Empty, empty of fear. Full of delight. Empty. Like the river is not. Like the trees without their leaves in winter, empty but not full of sorrow. Empty but not missing. Full.
3/4/12
smidgens
I sit in a hard wooden chair pulled up to the card table in the family room, under the lamp, and work on a thousand piece puzzle of the world. Soft music plays in the background and the afternoon quietly slips away this way. This is my spring break, y’all. We drink tea and put together puzzles. Later, we watch Corner Gas episodes and drink Mike’s Hard Lemonade. No exciting trips or traveling for this girl, not this break. But this is what she wants. Quiet, calmly piecing together Africa and Greenland hour after hour, watching the clouds roll across the sky, watching the day slip away with her family in the warm lit room.
I told my father about Arielle smashing the duck and I laughed out loud again. He said I have a morbid streak of humor. I rejoice in knowing there are things about me people don't expect.
Once my grandfather said I have mad skills at scooping ice cream. Okay, he didn't use the words "mad skills" exactly, but that is what he meant. He said I would attract all the boys at college with my mad skills. (Again. words.) Either boys these days aren't attracted to important things like ice cream scooping skills, or maybe it is just the fact that I have not gotten the chance to scoop ice cream for any college boys, but either way, I have not attracted any boys due to my ice cream skills. (To my knowledge I have only attracted one at all, and that one made me so incredibly grateful to be single, it wasn't even funny.) Still, every time I scoop ice cream, I think about his comment, and it makes me giggle. (I like giggling very much!)
And finally, something that you are not, cannot be part of your identity. Just saying.
have a beautiful day!
I told my father about Arielle smashing the duck and I laughed out loud again. He said I have a morbid streak of humor. I rejoice in knowing there are things about me people don't expect.
Once my grandfather said I have mad skills at scooping ice cream. Okay, he didn't use the words "mad skills" exactly, but that is what he meant. He said I would attract all the boys at college with my mad skills. (Again. words.) Either boys these days aren't attracted to important things like ice cream scooping skills, or maybe it is just the fact that I have not gotten the chance to scoop ice cream for any college boys, but either way, I have not attracted any boys due to my ice cream skills. (To my knowledge I have only attracted one at all, and that one made me so incredibly grateful to be single, it wasn't even funny.) Still, every time I scoop ice cream, I think about his comment, and it makes me giggle. (I like giggling very much!)
And finally, something that you are not, cannot be part of your identity. Just saying.
have a beautiful day!
3/3/12
3/1/12
"hands"
so much.
long wild grass
all day sun
rises and sets.
not this.
nobility of fruit
ones who delight in rain
bask in sun,
shade of the apple trees.
nobility of one turned
from chalkboards,
one free of
tall buildings, brick, stone.
one hundred windows all in a row.
not one for money,
but fruit, tea, a place to walk,
a place to sleep.
a story.
tell you what you came to hear,
the nobility you are,
tea, fruit,
a place to walk,
to run.
all days with bird songs
soft steps of deer.
side by side
hot days
cool nights
sometimes fingers start as ice.
red like apple skin
every part warm but fingers.
sometimes the days stay cool.
fruit for lunch.
can't care for money.
small rooms,
no need for television,
you have the world.
reds and yellows.
green.
Not this.
symmetric carpets
dark blues, browns, gray.
sensible, unlike the sky.
nobility of fruit.
sometimes the sky begs a glance.
some days it will rain.
soft.
so much.
long wild grass
all day sun
rises and sets.
not this.
symmetric rows, dark blue brown gray.
not sensible.
(not my pic)
2/28/12
joy for the sky
joy. thankfulness.
the sky. I'm so enraptured by the blue today.
having my window open.
a cookie
that cookie monster's name is Sid!
still basking in the words from the conversations of last night.
giggling
sweet music
signing a leeeease!
I've got the joy joy joy joy! :)
the sky. I'm so enraptured by the blue today.
having my window open.
a cookie
that cookie monster's name is Sid!
still basking in the words from the conversations of last night.
giggling
sweet music
signing a leeeease!
I've got the joy joy joy joy! :)
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