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One of the Most Important Things You Will Learn as a Parent of a Child with Autism Advocate #SHINEonline

This morning Samuel did what ten-year-old boys have been doing for several generations: he hopped on his bicycle, waved goodbye to his Mommy, who would be me, and pedaled off to school. The primary difference for Samuel is he has autism.

How often do we look at people with disabilities and focus so much of our emphasis on the “dis” rather than the “ability”. Samuel has taught me over and over again his life emphasis is on his personal “What I am able to do” rather than what he can’t do.

In actuality, if there are things on his “can’t do” list, I can guarantee he is plotting a way to make it happen while sitting at his desk in his classroom, arming himself with facts, figures and roadmaps to his scholastic success.

Four years ago when Samuel was diagnosed with autism, my worry and mantra was, “My son will never be ‘normal’.” People would either shake their fingers at me or roll their eyes and whisper or shout, “What is normal anyway? Who wants to be normal?”

I just want him to be able to negotiate the world.

He is doing exactly that and he is his own best teacher. He doesn’t put himself into a box marked “wrong” he is constantly expanding his capability to ride his bicycle, to discover new things, to notice nuances in the community and to help others feel better, too.

As advocates for our children, we may think we are protecting them by putting them into a “you are disabled” box or a “I must protect you from anything that would harm you” bubble.

Believe me when I tell you this: you do more for your children in the long run by allowing them to stretch and grow through the uncomfortable patches and come out the other side without thinking they need your help at every step of the way.

The ride may feel wobbly, just like Samuel’s bicycle riding first felt wobbly, but before you know it you and your child will have nourished a relationship and a lifestyle based on what he CAN do rather than focusing on what he CAN’T do.

He can achieve more than you think he can.

He can’t if you are constantly worried and hovering over his every move, giving instruction.

He can survive, even thrive, when you believe in him.

You can survive his growing independence.

This may be among the most important things you learn as a parent advocate.

 

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What Do You Wish For Fall? A-ha Answered for Me (and perhaps for you, too!)

Today Jamie Ridler asks her happy group of Wishcasters, "What do you wish for Fall?"

I am late in responding, perhaps because the full level of my energy had to be moved via the events of earlier today because right now I am zipping and flying and chair dancing around the room as my wishes take form right in front of me.

Like my wish photo for today - this cameo necklace. I have wanted a cameo necklace my entire life - and today is the first time I am ever, ever wearing one. I simply had to photograph it. I bought it a couple weeks ago and then, life and stuff prevented me from putting it on and then as I started writing in my notebook about my wish, it appeared.

Perfection, just like these moments and this day and this season.

So, after a lengthy preface.... here you go - my response...

I wish for plenty, a cornucopia of abundance this autumn… a harvest beyond what I may understand at this point. I feel abondanza taking form now, more. I am having a difficult time finding words for this but here, sit down with a cup of tea or coffee and I’ll try to do my best.

I am feeling deeper rooted lately, as September turns to walk away, I am feeling more firmly rooted in myself, perhaps more than I have felt in several years.  I’m feeling more integrated spiritually and physically. I am feeling more of the “this is possible, yes… this… is… possible” than of late.

It feels like an expansive – yes, abondanza – version of me. Like my old self, being reborn newly, with the awareness of these past five years of hub bub and bewildered tumbling and somersaulting and sucking into a tunnel to not-knowing-where and now, I am coming back home to myself in a new, revised yet still wholly, holy me…

 ~ my abondanza theme of 2011 continuing, not exactly as I intended and expected.

Dare I say better?

You know, dear Divinity – an expansiveness in my bank account would be welcomed, too, you know… and the me-who-I-continue-to-re-become “gets” this with a smile on my face and a knowing in my heart.

The longing isn’t an ache anymore, it is an arm-opening embrace, this autumn, a “wish, yes, is true here now” sort of feeling.

This Autumn I wish for this. And an abondanza of this.

~ and as I continued writing, more awarenesses of "this" were born.

Yes. I wish for this.... this Fall. This autumn. I wish for more of this....

Yes. Some of you reading along will be scratching your head wondering if I have completely fallen off the deep end. On the contrary, I am so firmly here... well. Stay here a bit. Right here. Put your face to the sky, your feet to the ground... and feel it... THIS.

I wish this for you, and you and yes YOU, too.

As you wish for yourself, so I wish for you also.

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How to Tuesday: 10 Simple Steps to Creating an Effective, Inviting Writing Practice #SHINEonline

         Many creative people will suggest an ongoing writing practice of some form or function is essential to keep your ideas flowing.  Some call this “automatic writing” or “morning pages” or “free writing” or even “journal writing”. I am among those folks who chronically harp on this idea of free flow writing daily in order not only to write better but also to live just this side of sane.

On some days my children might argue with you that I am not on the “better” side of sane at all, but I will tell you this: in the periods of my life when I write “without a purpose” every day,  not only does my “real” writing flow better, the rest of my life does as well.

1. Get rid of ruminating, block creating thought patterns. How often do the same thoughts play in our head day after day after day? Writing them down allows them to be heard and then, they  stop monologuing in your mind. It feel s miraculous. Perhaps it is.
2. Give space for “monkey mind” or whatever you call it, to play. Unlike monologuing, monkey mind is the constant chatter, sometimes by a whole tribe of monkeys. In daily writing practice, you can observe long enough to learn their patterns and put their patterns in perspective rather than letting them run your life.
3. Open up ideas, flesh them out on the page before you speak them out – perhaps before they are ready to be heard and seen by others. One you temper the monologues and chatter, there is room in your mind for the good stuff. Flow begins when the rumination and constant swinging from the trees takes a break.
4. Say what you can’t vocalize. As soon as I wrote this, I heard the John Mayer song in my mind, “Say what you need to say.”
5. Create writing games: This is one of my favorites. I may take time to write letters to historical figures or practice internal rhyme or write on specific themes or quotes. When you make your writing practice fun, you are more likely to continue with it.
6. Try on different forms of poetry or genre of writing. Who says free writing or writing practice must be like diary or personal narrative? Play with writing in a different character’s voice. Try writing in haiku or pantoum or sonnet. Use a different color pen. Try crayon.
7. Morph, mingle and create writing miracles with your “practical” writing assignments. When I worked for the county, I used beautiful language even in legal briefs and court documents. People commented on how expressive my writing was so my words actually got read rather than overlooked. Double yay, all the way around. Create playful shopping or to-do lists. Write lesson plans as if the most important educator ever was going to use it to teach… because aren’t you the most important educator ever to the students in your classes?
8. Learn the joy of writing VERY badly on purpose. This may be completely contrary and if so, let’s celebrate. How about writing badly just for fun. Overwrite, underwrite, write in text language, write in a single run on sentence. Write like a pompous, overinflated egotist. Write in the tiniest letters like a frightened sea-nymph on crack. You may find your best writing ever comes as a result.
9. Use all the bad words you want and break ALL the grammar rules. I rarely use bad language. Well, in most contexts. There is a certain freedom, however, in occasionally letting it all out on the page. Give yourself permission to say bad words and break any rule you have yet to break. Like writing badly, it opens the doors for writing in ways you only hoped for in the past.
10. Teach your loved ones YOU and your projects are important. If you are lucky – and patient- they will follow suit and declare themselves and THEIR projects are important. My children learned early to respect Mommy’s early morning time at the kitchen table and then, on the porch, with her notebook open and her head bowed as if in prayer. They somehow intuitively knew this was sacred time, not to be interrupted with patter and requests. I still don’t know exactly how it happened so I can’t give you a magical formula, but I can tell you this: when you respect yourself and your time, others will follow suit, whether you are writing, building a business or getting ready to entertain guests.

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White Canvas Monday: Zipping, Zooming & Staying Grounded, Simultaneously #SHINEonline

I know it is countercultural, but Monday is my favorite day of the week. This Monday, for example, is a fantastic example of all there is to love about this first day of the week: we get to begin again.

Today is the beginning of Camp Product: A Bootcamp Playathon experience in birthing your next income/creative stream. I haven’t lead a group through Camp Product for nearly eighteen months so my energy today is incredibly high. I am zipping and zooming as I am simultaneously attempting to stay grounded.

The feeling is not unlike what I imagine my son, Samuel, felt yesterday at the Kern County Fair.

He voluntarily strapped himself into the large swings at the Kern County Fair in order to fly through the air high above the fairgrounds. I tried to take him to the intermediate kid swings but no, he wanted the biggest, baddest, most exhilarating of all of the swings.

I cheered Samuel on from the ground, though I do not count out riding the swings at next year’s fair. Like this photo, some of the details of this goal are blurry just like some of the moments in Camp Product are blurry while we are in the midst of traveling from the initial "My goal or intention is...." to its completion or realization.

Part of the fun we create is being comfortable even when or especially when it is blurry.

You see, Emma and I had our own “Swing experiences” to live at the Fair.

Emma and I were at the fair to perform. Neither of us had ever performed at the Fair or any fair and how I operate as a human being is if an opportunity presents itself that is “oh, that’s a cool line to add to my CV” I pretty much accept it as offered.

If I can add an experience to any of my children’s future CV, I’ll do that as well. Now Katherine doesn’t remember, but she DID perform at the fair as a preschooler for Georgia Lynn’s dance studio so she has done this, albeit perhaps outside the realm of her memory.

Emma, however, never had this opportunity.

She has had the opportunity to sing with American Idol finalist and Bakersfield native, Amy Adams. She had prepared a Taylor Swift song for performance so I knew she would be able to pull off a performance at the fair.

“Ofcourse we’ll participate!” I told my friend, Tammy, when she inquired if we were interested.

I spent the better part of the following week buried in work and didn’t even give much thought to my performance yet… when the time came, I had just the right poems ready to go. I didn’t imagine many fairgoers arrived at the gates thinking, “Today I am dying to hear a poetry performance!” but at least some of them did.

For that, I am grateful.

Emma sang beautifully. Some of her friends heard her sing for the first time.

I was surprised and not surprised her friends didn't know she could sing this well. Unfortunately, we are taught too early to gloss our passion with something more practical or socially acceptable.

Think about it:

How often do we cover over our passions, hiding the fact of their existence?

Stepping out and showing up is one of the ways we insure our passions shine publicly as ours did yesterday, not unlike how Samuel’s passion for the biggest baddest swings will stay in my memory banks forever.

I think our faces all looked like Samuel's when the fair was over and we had achieved goals we didn’t even know we had:

What goal do you want to begin aiming toward today?

What is one step you may take before the day is over which will get you one step closer to that goal (and looking as excited as Samuel in the final photo you see above?

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In Love with Life & Words, Unconditionally: Celebrating the Last 100 Days of 2011 with the #ShineOnline Challenge

My heart belongs to poetry, to recollection, to narrative, to word-love and to life itself, unconditionally.

Naturally, this weekend there were two events in Amherst, Massachusetts I would have loved to attend. At Emily Dickinson’s Homestead a poetry reading marathon with reader’s bearing numbers and sitting in a circle, reading from 7 am until 11 pm all of Emily’s poems.

Last April my children and I visited Emily Dickinson's home, so we knew how unique this place is and with an event such as this one, with all those poetry lovers gathered?

It sounds like heaven.

Across town at University of Massachusetts, Amherst, a group of historians celebrating twenty-five years of public history posted quotes, insights and questions on Twitter. I read along with them, joining the conversation at times, wishing beyond wishing I could be there.

Sure, I was attending a poetry critique group here in Bakersfield and yes, I would be visiting our local history museum in the afternoon, but to me it just didn’t feel nearly as elegant as Emily and a whole tribe of passionate historians – shoulder to shoulder, conversation to conversation, wide-eyes in recognition sharing story after story.

I went from wistful to envious to grouchy to muttering and staring-only-at-my-toes mad as I walked toward my house  three thousand or so miles from Amherst, Massachusetts.

Between grumbles I heard a bird call, ringing through my anger. It served as a maternal finger, raising my chin, urging me “Look up!”

So, I did.

I looked up.

I never saw the bird, but I heard its full throated, lusty song.

“A traveling bird!” I said, now smiling.

One thing that I love about Bakersfield is its gracious hospitality for traveling birds.

I did some research and I believe this little singer is the Rose Breasted Grosbeak whose song was described on a bird-call website as “similar to a Robin singing Opera.”

This description made me laugh, again.

Suddenly I remembered why I was here, present, grounded and listening exactly where I am, whether that is in Amherst or Dana Point or Bakersfield or Los Angeles or New York City or sitting in the heart of a Sequoia tree’s roots.

When we pay attention and are in love with life unconditionally, reassurance and wonder find us no matter where our feet walk.

 

#SOCSunday ~ Grouchiness and the Rose-breasted Grosbeak

It is Sunday morning. Samuel plays with his Super Mario Kart game behind me while  Emma snoozes and I prepare for Stream of Consciousness Sunday with my friends and fellow writers at SOCSunday. I have no idea what will come spurting off the tips of my fingers, but... am ready for whatever surprise happens. Considering how grouchy I have been lately, I am not even going to be compelled to apologize in advance.

Yesterday was yet another banner bad day yet I write that and feel bitchy for even saying it.

I am just tired of feeling the compulsion to show up at places that feel like they are going to be great and yet, when I get there… not so great or something else happens that threatens to throw me into a net of “Why the &#^$&* do I bother, anyway?”

Yesterday – I went to my poetry critique group. I am new to the group: this is my third meeting. I enjoy the eclectic, quirky group, but some aspects of it could drive me insane. We start at precisely ten. I was told we meet until noon and have based my entire life around leaving at noon for an autism support group and then off to Museum Day.

That gives me about two hours in the morning for everything else because at night I need to attend a birthday party for a friend that includes a photo session, spray tans, nails and frou frou which normally I can get into without much effort but this time it includes purchasing stuff. Money is also very tight which makes me even more cranky so I end up not going to the party because by that time, all the happy I could muster.

Yesterday there was so much going on across the country, all I wanted was to be elsewhere.

Bakersfield, you have overstayed your welcome in my life.

I am tired of making like I am happy here.

Last night I dreamed Katherine had a baby and I got to keep the baby for her. This is so odd.

Katherine, my nineteen-year-old-daughter at Smith College who has never had a boyfriend, giving birth and me, taking custody of the baby for her until she can manage on her own… nightmare or dream come true.

Oh, and I dropped my phone in the middle of the day and the screen gave up the goose. I have been shooting myself in my mouth ever since for not buying a phone protector (money issues, again) after my last phone was stolen.

So now my cheapness is costing me AGAIN.

I have one more minute?

This post was supposed to end on an upnote.

Yesterday, when I came home from one of my outings lamenting being in Bakersfield, I heard a beautiful traveling bird singing in my tree.

Bakersfield, for all it is not, is a place many birds migrate through in the Fall and Spring. When I listen, I am given simple happiness, like yesterday. I did some searching and I think, perhaps, it was a Rose-breasted Grosbeak, who is described as an “opera singing Robin”. I love that description.

Simple things like that make me smile.

Which I suppose means something like my grouchiness will not take over my entire life and things will get better.

Right?

 

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.

Yes! Another Season ~ Another Writing/Blogging Challenge ~ #SHINEonline

There are several reasons I have joined yet another Writing/Blogging challenge.

Yes, Yes, Yes….

I have joined the SHINE Online Blog Challenge for the second time because of several reasons.

The first is I love goals, I love challenges, I love doing more than I ever thought I could.

Secondly, I love having a cheering squad of other people who also love goals, love challenges and love doing more things than THEY ever thought they could.

I have been creating content for years now on a mostly very regular basis and I love it but there are times when… it feels like I have said absolutely everything that needs to be said and I don’t want to throw down a gauntlet because I have that weird, not-true-belief that when I throw down the gauntlet like that more “stuff” will be thrown my way.

I can’t help it – we are in September again, the month of more trials, tribulations and “You must be kidding me’s” than I can remember.

One thing I am trying this time that I never have before is a thematic blog schedule.

I may not keep it up for all 100 days, but I am going to try for the month of October to have a thematic weekly schedule for my blog.

Please recognize I will also be my usual random self, I am primarily using this as a guideline, not an “in concrete will forever write only this on these days” sort of thing.

White Canvas Monday – Where Creativity and Intentionality Meet

How-to-Tuesdays – These are days with the “Here’s how to do what I do” blog posts. I am imagining primarily writing how-to’s but there will probably be teleclass teaching how-to’s, storytelling how-to’s, speaking how-to’s and other concepts of a similar nature.

Advocacy and Activism Thursdays – This is where I will talk about Education, Autism and any political potboilers that have my attention.

Feminine Friday – All things related to Women will be on Fridays.

Soulful Saturday – You got it: Spirituality, Soul and more Spirituality and Soul

Wednesdays and Sundays will include ROW80 (Round of Words in 80 Days posts) as well as Wishcasting Wednesday. I may institude my own creativity prompts on one of those days… I am leaving that up for my musey self to discover and uncover as time moves along.

Is anyone else excited?

My Goal is at least 5 Blog Posts a Week... which for me is entirely do-able yet in my current sort of slouchy frame of mind, it will be a stretch. Perfect for me for goal-setting. Do-able Stretching.

Oh – and I have my Camp Product course beginning Monday, for any Creative or Soul Entrepreneurs who want to bring a product to market quickly with fun, ease and passion….

 

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When Desire Meets a Sudsy Bubblebath and then Meets a Creative Fire

Lately all I seem to think about is taking a nice, sudsy bubbly bath: warm, receptive, softly scented with oils ~ and how grand it would be to have a just-right bathtub and ofcourse adequate time to make it all into some sort of soulful ritual.

Instead, it seems like I have been on a treadmill since the children returned to school and my home was finally quiet throughout the day once again.

What is that John Lennon quote: “Life is what happens when you’re busy making other plans”?

That is how it has felt around here since early September.

There have been slices of moments-to-revel in and a nearly insatiable quest for more can, at times, be exhausting.

It  seems like once 3 pm rolls around I enter a tempest of activity, of kid schlepping, of being here and there and that other place one on top of another in a buzzing catacomb.

My heart just wants me to lie down and take a nap or move someplace else and leave someone else to fill this void I have created in my absence.

Meanwhile, this week I have made some time for painting and reflection.

At the Art and Spirituality Center I am able to climb into a cocoon of sorts, a place where time disappears and it does, indeed, feel like I am taking a nap in the middle of the day.

Twice this week I worked on a painting.

It is not the work of a trained painter yet I find myself falling in love with it.

Here is its core:

I love painting like this: where the process itself inexplicably helps push my heart open.

I knew I wanted to paint a fire. I thought I was painting a fire to fill myself with the Writing Campfire. I discovered something much different.

Usually when I paint, I write as well as take photographs.

I painted several layers and levels and then, I wrote:

I've been so busy creating a body of work, I have a tendency to forget my body and to forget my body in time and space.

I have been remembering, connecting to the time and space of four and five years ago, of the increased intensity of those moments there.

I feel a whooshing presence and I can feel the chest compressing absence that followed. Those were those days. The memory comes in waves, repiercing me.

I look at the speckles on my painting. They look like tears: of grace, of longing. Tiny whispered "What?"s and "When"?s and "Is it?"s and "Are you?"s.

I look at the fire anew and I see it is a challice.

It is a face. It is my back, my shoulders, my hips as I sit on the ground, cross-legged.

The sky is crying.

The sky knew what was to come five years ago. God knew what was to come five years ago. I blindly trusted and agreed to what God and the sky knew but I did not.

I don't want my voice to blind the silence.

I don't have the time, I can not and will not break the silence.

Time is leaving. I look down. I see my hand wears the fire.

I walk to the bookshelf and randomly choose a vulme of poetry.

I read the words of Spencer Reece:

"We can never be with loss too long."

Permission, received.

His words continue:

"How kind time i, altering space so nothing stays wrong,

and light, more light, always arrives..."

Yes. Suddenly.

More than suddenly.

I feel better.

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Wednesday #Wishcasting: I wish to be Immersed.........

  Today Jamie asked our Wishcasting Community: "What do you wish to immerse yourself in?"

I completed my response and then noticed someone had made changes to my computer overnight. I couldn't paste what I had written into my blog.

    When I solved the problem, I lost my wishcast post.

    This is sort of the way my entire day has gone.

AND here is my revised wish:

When I saw Jamie's wish-prompt, I knew what I wished to immerse myself in, but since I have the day to do this planned, I felt like I was cheating. I roll my eyes at myself now. How can I cheat at a wish? Are there wish-casting police stationed at Jamie's house that roam about the internet looking for wish-cheaters who wish for what they have planned?

Seriously. I have more important things to waste my energy on than this, which will illustrate exactly why I need this precise wish so much.

I wish to immerse myself in the middle of a Sequoia Tree. I wish to immerse myself in the center of her roots, to connect with her millenium-old wisdom, to feel how much we are alike... to immerse myself in offering my strengths, my uniqueness to her in this give-and-take world we live in, together.

I plan to visit Sequoia National Monument on October 2. It is not far from my home. I went there three times in 2010 yet I have managed 2011 to get to its third quarter this year before scheduling a visit.

I need this time, this expansive space, more than ever now.

 

 

(This is Emma and me on one of our 2010 trips)

I wish to feel connected to heaven and Earth. I wish to give others permission to connect this deeply, to take the time to know how it feels to be intimate with a Sequoia. To feel gratitude for living so closely to these gentle giants. What a blessing.

 

I wish for peace among whomever we encounter this day - that it be the just right temperature with sweaters and turtlenecks and if there is snow, I wish it to be minor amounts of snow.

I wish to immerse myself in the center of a Sequoia Tree's roots. To settle inside her being, so I may feel her sentience and she may feel mine.

I wish to immerse myself....

If you would like to join the Wishcasting Circle at Jamie Ridler Studios, please click the image above or this link, here.

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#SOCSunday ~ Finding Freedom in Sacred (and Sacred Perhaps Only to Me) Spaces

I have been participating in All Thing Fadra's Stream of Consciousness Sunday for a couple months now. I love the freedom and structure it holds. This morning I collected three photos I took yesterday as the framework for my writing, I set my timer for five minutes and blurted onto the page whatever wanted to be spoken. No editing, no polishing, no thought.

You may want to try it... and find great freedom, too.

I started the day yesterday at the Labyrinth at St. Phillip’s Church with my new friend, Kimberly. I find such joy in a friend who likes to be awake and actively creative before the sunrises. Her willingness to meet me at one of my favorite local sacred spaces felt like (and continues to feel like) quite a divine gift.

We spent nearly two hours at the Labyrinth, prayer walking, writing and then processing what we wrote, chatting in general, and getting to know each other a bit better.

There is something about this level of connection when the day is still so new.

I don't quite know why I love it here as much as I do.

I was driving home and felt compelled to take a moment at another of my favorite “spiritual to me” spots, the Kern River Parkway along the Truxtun extension: otherwise known to me as “The Riverbed.”

I love this crackly, sort of barren, sort of alive space.

It teems with life and with death. Presence and absence.

It hums with the sounds of birds, wind and dry cracklyness.

Samuel likes to go shell hunting here: tiny river creature shells litter the sandy stretch where the river recently flowed and has once again receded.

It is strange: I enjoy the annual disappearance of water.

The moonblossoms are still in great abundance.

I found many in their final states of yawning, their yummy fragrance diminished but their beauty still intact. Some were tangled up in tumbleweeds which made me love them even more.

And then, there was the river.

Holding on.

Cradling one of my favorite sitting spots when the water is gone.

I looked over the water and saw the skeleton of a one time tree friend the river swallowed this past winter. I was surprised any of it remained. These riverbed plants have been here, surviving amidst no water for so long, I think they like to thumb their tree noses at the river and smile to wink at people like me, who love them.

I don’t know why I love this place so much except somehow, it reflects me back to me.

I watched mallards fly overhead.

I heard geese honk.

I felt content. (Five minutes, gone.....)

 

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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…

1. Grab the button

2. Write your post.

3. Link up here.