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 writewithout worrying if it’s just right or not.
Won’t you join us?
- 1. Write for 5 minutes flat – no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking.
2. Link back here and invite others to join in.
3. Most important: comment and encourage the person who linked up before you.
I watch from the stands as my 8 year old and his team etch treads in the white ice and dance with sticks in hands toward the play. The puck they are after is actually blue, the lighter one the younger ones use. But I can't make that out from the bleachers under the warmth of the orange-hued old time heater running above our heads. It's already the 3rd period and I realize that I have forgotten to slide on my glasses. The game has been blurred and my eyes have been squinted tight for the last 45 minutes probably creasing extra lines in my already aging skin. After I slide them on I sigh, thinking how much more VIVID and crisp everything is and kicking myself for not remembering the spectacles in the first place.
And how often in my life do I forget to look through the proper lenses. Whether I am taking in one of my precious little one's games or just experiencing life in general. How important it is to shift our gaze through the proper lens of grace instead of pride. Remembering that we are all works in progress and none of us have arrived. Tonight I am thankful for the reminder that life can be much more VIVID when pride isn't blurring the scenery.