Friday, June 29, 2012


Five Minute Friday

It’s the moment I catch your eye across the room
The look
The smile
The quick glance away.
We do a dance toward each other
In a smoke filled room
Amongst drones of people
Looking to connect.
Slowly working the crowd,
Finding our way to each other
Awkward moment. Tense smiles
Eyes everywhere but here.
Is this it?
Is this the moment that I will tell my grandchildren about?
The one that I will remember fondly 50 years from now?
Or is it a fleeting romance?
One that will break my heart
Turn me inside out
Desperate to stay here in this empty room
By myself.

Friday, June 22, 2012


It's time for 5 Minute Friday!

Today's prompt: RISK

Five Minute Friday

So I was getting my Pinterest fix this morning when this one caught my eye.

It’s so true. There is so much that I tend to hide, so much of my life has been an act. It’s frankly exhausting.

I find solace and truth either when I’m alone and I can be my silly goofy self or when I’m amongst my closest dearest friends whom I love dearly and never feel the need to impress. I think about how many other missed opportunities there were in the past when I committed the act of trying to be normal and ordinary- to be accepted; only to be disengaged, sad, left out of the invite list.

I want to be more myself everywhere. I’m so tired of this act, this face I put on for the world. THE WORLD? I was made for better things.

It’s time that I risk being the person I was made to be: goofy and all. And for those that think of me as weird and kind of a nut: whatever.

Monday, June 11, 2012


"Fridays are for writing for five minutes.
Only five minutes.
Stream-of-consciousness style. Like you did when you were in 9th grade.
Write and see what comes out. There’s no right or wrong."

Today’s Prompt: Expectation

I have this little boy who loves trains! It’s the only thing he will play with all day. I may as well just put all his other toys up sale because he cares not for anything else in this world. He sees that train track and those trains in the living room and he drops his beloved sippy cup and just starts playing.. weaving them in and out.. his imagination just simmering with great adventures. He will sometimes sleep with his trains. Yes. he. does!
The other day, I was playing/teasing him and asked him if he would give me his train. Just like I expected, he refused and grabbed hold of it tighter closer to his little chest as if he could hide it in his ribcage.
Then, in a moment of glorious surrender, he handed it to me! HIS BELOVED TRAIN! I was astounded beyond words that he would give me his most prized possession. What a sacrifice from his small, gentle, sweet heart.. I am still enthralled. God showed me what it means to give.
The only thing I could muster up to say was,  “Oh punkin! Thank you! I’ll get 10 trains for you in every color of the rainbow!”
So blessed I was by this one amazing moment.
It made me think of obedience to God. If we give to him our best and most prized items, he blesses us ten-fold as his Word promises.
I always thought I would be the one to teach my child God’s amazing love, but alas, he’s schooling me.
Deuteronomy 15:10
Give generously to him and do so without a grudging heart; then because of this the Lord your God will bless you in all your work and in everything you put your hand to.


Friday, June 1, 2012


" On Fridays around these parts we stop, drop, and write.
For fun, for love of the sound of words, for play, for delight, for joy and celebration at the art of communication.
For only five short, bold, beautiful minutes. Unscripted and unedited. We just write without worrying if it’s just right or not."

Today's prompt: SEE

I see her.

The girl I could have been

The one I was supposed to be

She is strong yet tender

I am timid and unapproachable

She says whatever is on her mind

It’s entertaining, sweet.

I speak and the words are sharp knives

Casting doubt and judgment

She grew up with love and acceptance

I was raised amongst wolves

I see her and I think of what could have been


It’s a wicked thing

Maybe it’s a good thing.

She shows me who I could be.

Who I already am.

If only I would set myself free.

Book Review: The Hunger Games

Book Review: The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins

"One time, when I was in a blind in a tree, waiting motionless for game to wander by, I dozed off and fell ten feet to the ground, landing on my back. It was as if the impact had knocked every wisp of air from my lungs, and I lay there struggling to inhale, to exhale, to do anything.
That’s how I feel now, trying to remember how to breathe, unable to speak, totally stunned as the name bounces around the inside of my skull..."

The Hunger Games was a great adventure. Gripping from the first chapter.

I held my breath through some parts and couldn’t put it down.

Questions I’m still pondering:
Are we as civilized as we think?
What lies beneath us?
A heart of darkness?
Or a pure sacrificing soul craving to be free?
Free from what exactly?
Is love the driving force?
Or is it survival?
Which force would we let win in the end?

I am quite surprised at its effect on me: how it has stayed with me. I refuse to read another book until this one has finished with me.

Other good quotes from the book:

"Prim!" The strangled cry comes out of my throat, and my muscles begin to move again. "Prim!" I don’t need to shove through the crowd. The other kids make way immediately, allowing me a straight path to the stage. I reach her just as she is about to mount the steps. With one sweep of my arm, I push her behind me.
“I volunteer!” I gasp. "I volunteer as tribute!”

“I am not pretty. I am not beautiful. I am as radiant as the sun.”

“Kind people have a way of working their way inside me and rooting there.”

“You’re not leaving me here alone,” I say. Because if he dies, I’ll never go home, not really. I’ll spend the rest of my life in this arena, trying to think my way out.”

“My mother says healers are born, not made.”

If the author were in the room, I’m pretty sure I would stand up and applaud.