Thursday, May 19, 2011

When Seasons Change

Got five minutes? Let’s write. Let’s write in shades of real and brave and unscripted. Let’s just write and not worry if it’s just right or not.


That's what the Gypsy Mama is telling me. Ok, I'll bite.

The "rules":
1. Write for 5 minutes flat for pure unedited love of the written word.

2. Link back here and invite others to join in.

3. Go buck wild with encouragement for the five minuter who linked up before you.

Here goes.


When Seasons Change...
There's a lot of anticipation. There's the excitement of making plans, what you're going to do that's new this year, this season. What to do, places to see, adventures to take. Sometimes, it means a lot of work, but it's good work. Work that comes from change, work that brings change. For me, right now, it's about clearing out winter coats and boots and making space in the entry way. Shedding the skin of winter. Getting dirt under fingernails as you poke seeds in soil in hopes that tiny sprouts appear and later, cukes, carrots, peas, morning glories, sweet peas. And before that the digging and clearing and turning of earth.
 
As a person who lives with hope, it's like a new beginning. A new day. And I love that his mercies are new every morning. Hallelu!
 
Time's up. 
 
For someone who's wordy, that's pretty short. Good thing I thought about it a bit before I plunked keys.
Guess I'm not quick and wordy. haha.