I’m writing, attempting to limit my world and words to five minutes worth. I woke with thoughts carried from the day before and the prompt is “Breathe”. Here I go.
There must be more of this, to sit with quiet, to lie with rain. There must be more of this serene.
I thought of being jumbled yesterday, of the days’ comingling of its junk with my good.
I shared with another, “I don’t believe we remember to think for ourselves anymore…everything seems so decided for us, we limit ourselves like an choosing to take the test with multiple choice, guessing answers a, b, c, rather than the essay question, our voice and words.
We get drawn in to excitement or furor and we become a member of a club that intices our membership through big noisy words and characters.
Leaving us to decide, is this loop one I’m in? Surely. I should jump right in.
I’m either captivated or entranced by the seemingly perfect pursuits of others.
until I remember where I’m standing, where I’m sitting and I pause.
I breathe the breath of peace of mind.
i sit with art, words or Bible and I am drawn to listen. Birds, an owl, the dog’s sigh.
But, I get torn on occasion with the jumbledness of should, could,oppose, support, despise, adore, follow along or
rest where your mind has you, has brought you.
Breathe, pause, stay.
You are here in this place I have you. Stay.
You have turned for me my mourning into dancing; you have loosed my sackcloth and clothed me with gladness, that my glory may sing your praise and not keep silent. Psalm 30:11
Linking up with Kate Motaung for Five Minute Friday http://katemotaung.com/2017/02/02/five-minute-friday-breathe-lisa-jo-baker/