Five Minute Fridays: Broken

One of the blogs I follow, http://www.lisajobaker.com, has this wonderful writing community that I’ve been meaning to be a part of for a while now. Every Friday, she posts one word, and everyone writes a response to that word. The rules? You can only write for five minutes. No edits, no rewrites, no going over the time. And then you link back to her blog and join in the conversation.

I’m excited to be part of a group of writers, bloggers, thinkers, and I’m also excited for the challenge of writing concisely, clearly and meaningfully in such a short amount of time. So, from now on, you’ll see my five-minute posts, titled with the word prompt. And when you see my typos or awkward writing or incomplete thoughts, you’ll be able to extend grace to the exercise and the joy of writing in community. 

If you’re a blogger and interested, I would encourage you to head over to her site and check out her rules for participation. Then, read a few articles. I linked one just this week, and I think you’ll find she has a lot to say about living mightily in the overlap. 

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He broke that bottle you like. You know, the one you searched through someone’s rubble to find? Simple, antique – a bottle with a story.

Well, it’s broken now. Scattered across the tiles in fragments so small they look like glitter. I kept him away from the mess, afraid of adding bloody red rose paw prints (like Annie Dillard writes, remember?).

This little fur ball, full of vim and vigor and young life – he does a good job of reminding us that we live where moth and rust destroy, where thieves break in and steal. And sometimes it’s not even as dramatic as all of that – sometimes it’s not rust or thieves or moths but kittens wanting to smell the outside air.

So we rearrange the decorations and I find the sea glass a new bottle and we keep snuggling and kissing our kitten.

And we break each others’ expectations and hearts and simple hopes, we stomp over the futile collections of our hearts and keep on loving…