I had quite a breakthrough in the five minutes it took to write today’s Sunday Stream of Consciousness writing. Wow. Five minutes? Yes. Five minutes to respond to a deeply rooted call.
Shivers down my spine.
Ready to take a look into my five minute write and my breakthrough?
It has been showing up in my mind and in my space over and over lately: go on another pilgrimage.
Go! Explore, adventure, seek. Grab your children, climb into a car and go. Go. GO!
I am not exactly sure of the where’s but when I open myself completely, I want to pick up where we left off in South Dakota a couple years ago when our transmission died and finish what we started. Cross the Midwest, to the northeast, up to Maine and down through New Jersey then down toward Tennessee and across the country, backwards on a more southern route.
I am always grabbing people and going, exploring, creating along the way. It is such a natural for me, such a gift to me.
Samuel is reading as I write this five minute message to you, to me, to God, to the Universe.
“Who is this letter to?” he asks me.
It is to myself and everyone, I think.
I love traveling. I love roadtripping. (me too, me too says Samuel) and I love taking people along and I love meeting a variety of people en route. I discovered couch surfing for both a more economical way to travel but also to discover places more thoroughly.
Every place I visited last time I wanted to stay longer.
Perhaps this is a part of it: to regroup, revisit and explore more deeply.
I want to host writing camps along the way. Perhaps this is it, then, this year. To develop roving writing camps. To organize and orchestrate and allow them to be the method for funding part of the trip. To make them, perhaps, full fledged creativity camps… just like I always wanted.
Yes. I knew there was a reason I wanted to buy a calendar.
To start planning now. Before this Summer is out, for next Summer.
To make lists and destinations and connect with people now for then.
To partner, to collaborate, to laugh, to offer up myself and my offerings.
(Samuel left my side, but I am sure he would be saying “Me, too… me, too.”)
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 only.
- Write an intro to the post if you want but don’t edit the post. No proofreading or spellchecking. This is writing in the raw.
- Publish it somewhere. Anywhere. The back door to your blog if you want. But make it accessible.
- Add the Stream of Consciousness Sunday badge to your post.
- Link up your post below.
- Visit your fellow bloggers and show some love.
Now…oh... and thank you, Fadra... thank you!
Wow. This is so exciting. Adding to my craft supply shopping trip... a calendar... time to start the plan.
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