I've had a week of challenges, processing, cutting through the bullsh*t and now, finally, breakthroughs into what will be.
My five minute "brain dump" became much more than that today. I enjoy it completely when this happens. How, for you out there, reading - it only takes five minutes to write and a few minutes more to post something. This is your chance to let go and let it flow. Join us! The link is under the image... head over there after you read my post -- :-)
I start to write my five minutes without my timer ticking because I don’t know precisely where my phone is and the thought that I don’t know where my phone is actually feels pretty darned good. I don’t need it at 6:48 a.m. on a Sunday morning. I didn’t need it for much of yesterday. I actually slept with the darned thing because I didn’t get a chance to connect with a friend of mine before I fell asleep in the middle of a ripe with cliché Hallmark movie (hooray for Saturday night!) and I hoped at some point for that distinctive text sound to awaken me just enough to call back and say goodnight.
It did and I did.
Hours later sitting with my coffee cup on the table next to me, a robin singing outside my window and my fingers typing words that don’t have any necessary destination is a delightful way to begin my Sunday.
It’s been a tough week, after all. A week when I met mortality face-to-face and was told once again, “No need to fear” which was a relief yet also weirdly discombobulating. The aftershock shocked me, quite frankly.
Maybe it was just the “cancer prone” comment by the doctor who needs to take a remedial course in bedside manner.
I look up and out the window. Through my lace curtains the leaves on the trees look remarkably green and new. Our unseasonable rain seems to have opened nature’s Crayola box. No watering allowed until today, rationing is alive and well in the central valley.
The light from the sun - that daily flood of gold - meets the leaves and sings of promise and hope in this week’s aftermath. It explains it so much better than language possibly could. My brain dump becomes more of a pillow, a quilt, a quiet moment looking up at the sky and sharing what the clouds look like.
Now there’s a just right fit. Until the train whistle, far off, joins the robin’s song. An even better just right fit.
This was my 5 minute Stream of Consciousness Sunday post. It’s five minutes of your time and a brain dump. Want to try it? Here are the rules…
- Set a timer and write for 5 minutes.
- Write an intro to the post if you want but don’t edit the post. This is writing in the raw.
- Publish it somewhere. Anywhere. The back door to your blog if you want. But make it accessible.
- Link back to the AllThingsFadra.com post (feel free to use the SOC Sunday graphic).
- Add your post below (be sure to use the permalink to your post, not your blog’s URL; and only NEW posts please).
- Visit your fellow bloggers and show some love.
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