Writer

Hello Friends,

So the word this week over at Lisa Jo Baker is WRITER. So here goes.

I think it is funny how much power the word writer had for me just a few short months ago. For years I have wanted to be a writer. I have stories floating around in my head that I need to write or they need to be written. I feel like a vehicle or a surrogate mother for these stories. But I struggle with labeling myself a writer. I fought these stories for years. Put them out of my head. Set them aside. Downplayed and dismissed them. For over thirty ears I have wanted to write and I have done everything I can to avoid it thinking that I am not a writer. How could I possibly write when I am not a writer.

Then a few months ago I came across a book I must have bought over two decades ago back when I was earning my bachelor’s degree. It was a book about being a writer. In this book the author explains the difference between a writer and an author. That was my aha! moment. I may not be an author yet, but I can certainly call myself a writer.

So, now I call myself a writer and in just the naming of the thing. Guess what? I write now. I write and write and write and I have never been so clear. The stories are there somehow and they are starting to take shape and form  paragraphs and moments and places and people and dialogue and action.

I am a writer.

Love,

S

Lisa Jo Baker has an interesting task every Friday. She calls it Five Minute Friday and it is a writing exercise posited around a particular prompt. You write to the prompt for a total of five minutes, uninterrupted, unedited, and then you link your writing to her site. As well, you go back and read two entries and comment on them.
She has, in effect, created a writer’s workshop. I love this and find it fun to participate in whether or not I had a blog. It is about the writing after all.

Mighty

Hello Friends,

Mighty.

I want to be mighty.

I want to be mighty with my love.

I want love to be my sword, love to be my shield, love to be my strength.

I am not a religious person in the typical sense. I do not currently go to church. I do not pray. But I do believe. I believe in the mighty power of love. When we do anything, with love, we are where we need to be.

When I operate from a place of love, even when negotiating a deal or teaching middle school kids, or making dinner, or paying bills, I am creating greatness and goodness in this place we walk through. To be mighty is to be merciful. To be merciful is to use love. I want to be merciful in all the things I do. I want to be merciful with all I come across. I want to be merciful.

So I choose love as my cape. I choose love as my ammunition and with it I am mighty. For it is in the moments of mercy that I am my strongest. I am my mightiest when I operate with compassion and love and mercy.

Mighty.

Lisa Jo Baker has an interesting task every Friday. She calls it Five Minute Friday and it is a writing exercise posited around a particular prompt. You write to the prompt for a total of five minutes, uninterrupted, unedited, and then you link your writing to her site. As well, you go back and read two entries and comment on them.
She has, in effect, created a writer’s workshop. I love this and find it fun to participate in whether or not I had a blog. It is about the writing after all.

 

Love,

S

Joy

Hello Friends,

I choose joy.
I choose laughter.
I choose happiness.
I choose guffaws.
I choose giggles.
I choose smiles on rainy days.
I choose joy.
I choose love that arrives in the middle of the night.
I choose the sunrise and the sunset and all the moments in between.
I choose kisses that leave me breathless and hugs that make me swoon.
I choose unbridled enthusiasm.
I choose positive energy and heartfelt prayers.
I choose joy.
I choose corny jokes, and raunchy jokes and funny jokes and jokes that aren’t really that funny.
I choose cheering for those we love.
I choose spreading love.
I choose non-judgment.
I choose joy.
I choose the half-full over the half-empty.
I choose the land of good intent and the Church of Everlasting Hope.
I choose flowers, strong coffee, champagne, and linen.
I choose springtime and planting flowers.
I choose visits to art galleries and museums.
I choose road trips.
I choose good books, big beds, and snuggles.
I choose joy.

Love,
S

Lisa Jo Baker has an interesting task every Friday. She calls it Five Minute Friday and it is a writing exercise posited around a particular prompt. You write to the prompt for a total of five minutes, uninterrupted, unedited, and then you link your writing to her site. As well, you go back and read two entries and comment on them.
She has, in effect, created a writer’s workshop. I love this and find it fun to participate in whether or not I had a blog. It is about the writing after all.

Crowd

Hello Friends,

Don’t crowd me. Don’t push in on my edges. Don’t play loud music in your car next to me at the stoplight. Don’t stand so close in line. Don’t pick at your teeth around me. Don’t eat smelly food next to me on the plane. Don’t slurp your drink or soup. Don’t carry on personal conversations on your cell phone while I am shopping for shoes. Don’t clip your fingernails while waiting for your packages at the post office. Don’t meander slowly as if the rest of the world can just wait for you. Don’t spend ten minutes carrying on a conversation with your child in the school drop off line while the rest of us are waiting to drop off our kids.

Crowd.

Don’t crowd me. I need space and plenty of it. I am private and I believe in privacy. Some things should only happen behind the doors of your home. We all need a little more space, physical and psychological. Being raised in the country down a long dirt road, on land with no running water, electricity, indoor plumbing, or for that matter, glass windows, I learned to appreciate solitude and quiet. Crowds don’t freak me out. I am not agoraphobic. I can go to concerts, crowded bars, and the mall. I just prefer solitude. I prefer wide open spaces and the freedom to move.

Lisa Jo Baker has an interesting task every Friday. She calls it Five Minute Friday and it is a writing exercise posited around a particular prompt. You write to the prompt for a total of five minutes, uninterrupted, unedited, and then you link your writing to her site. As well, you go back and read two entries and comment on them.
She has, in effect, created a writer’s workshop. I love this and find it fun to participate in whether or not I had a blog. It is about the writing after all.

Love,

S

Willing

Hello Friends,

Willing.

 

I am willing. I am ready. I am open. I am a vessel ready to receive and receive I will. All things good and joyful. All things righteous and true. I am willing to open my heart to the possibility. To the wonder. To the promise. To all that can be in my life.

Willing.

There have been so many times in my life where I have not been willing. I have been afraid. Afraid of failure, disappointment, rejection. Haven’t you been afraid? Haven’t you been afraid to be willing? Because really, to be willing is just another way of saying your arms are open to possibility. You are willing to risk. You are willing to be vulnerable. You are willing to, fail, really. You are willing to take on risk, vulnerability, rejection, love, goodness, acceptance…

Willing is good. Willing is necessary for any change. At least any sustainable change. Any change that really matters. Step up. Step up. Hear ye. Hear ye. With willingness comes reward. If we open our hearts and we are willing to accept all that comes our way; the good and the bad, we will find our road.

I am willing.

Lisa Jo Baker has an interesting task every Friday. She calls it Five Minute Friday and it is a writing exercise posited around a particular prompt. You write to the prompt for a total of five minutes, uninterrupted, unedited, and then you link your writing to her site. As well, you go back and read two entries and comment on them.
She has, in effect, created a writer’s workshop. I love this and find it fun to participate in whether or not I had a blog. It is about the writing after all.

Choose

Hello Friends,

What does it mean to choose? When have to make a choice between things, what are we really doing to ourselves? I have always struggled with choice. Choice. Choosing. To choose is to not have. At least that is how I have always seen it. The idea that if I have to choose between this career or that career, in the end it means that I will not have that career I did not choose. This has seemed to me to be a terrible loss. I am greedy. I want it all. Don’t you? Don’t we all want it all? Weren’t we taught as women that we could have it all? But we can’t really. Not like that. To have it all means something different to me on this rainy morning.

When my husband left for work this morning he complained that it was raining. I said, “Honey we need the rain. We are in a drought.” He paused and looked at me. Smiling he said, “I know. But I love when it is sunny out.” Yes, I thought. I love it when it is sunny out too. I want it to be sunny all the time. But really, I want my garden to grow and I want my children to have good water to swim in and drink. So, I love the rain too. We want it all, but we really don’t. The rainy days make the sunny days that much better. The seasons serve a higher purpose. They remind us of the passing of time and allow us to appreciate each part of the year with more poignancy and awe.

A full life is about choices, but choosing something is not necessarily the loss of something else. It is really the acceptance of what you really need and want in your life. It is accepting and embracing your true self. Your true nature. The loss of something not chosen is part of the beauty of this life. If we could have it all, at once, it would lose its meaning and life would cease to be as precious as it really is.

Embrace the choice. For it is what makes us unique and good. I will not mourn the life not chosen anymore. I will celebrate the life I have. Choose wisely and you will be wise.

Lisa Jo Baker has an interesting task every Friday. She calls it Five Minute Friday and it is a writing exercise posited around a particular prompt. You write to the prompt for a total of five minutes, uninterrupted, unedited, and then you link your writing to her site. As well, you go back and read two entries and comment on them.
She has, in effect, created a writer’s workshop. I love this and find it fun to participate in whether or not I had a blog. It is about the writing after all.