It’s Five Minute Friday, so I’m joining in again with Lisa Jo Baker over at her place……
1. Write for 5 minutes flat – no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking.
2. Link back here and invite others to join in.
3. And then absolutely, no ifs, ands or buts about it, you need to visit the person who linked up before you & encourage them in their comments. Seriously. That is, like, the rule. And the fun. And the heart of this community..
OK, are you ready? Please give me your best five minutes on:::
I remember taking them to the zoo when they were little. They would see the massive tanks, teeming with fish and swirling with color. Sophie would walk up with her then chubby little legs, and reach out her hand touching the outside of the tank. She moved her hand around the tank, looking for some kind of opening, expecting that she could touch the fish, trying to feel. Frustration soon takes over and she is banging her hand on the thick glass, hot tears pouring out of her sea blue eyes. So, so close to those fish but she can’t connect.
We have days like that too, don’t we? This whole weird Twitter-verse out there puts us so close to each other. We meet people that live worlds away, by geography or by way of life. We listen to their thoughts throughout the day, all 140 character bits at a time as we share ours. And we start to get to know them. We read their blogs, the words that they have carved out of their soul, and we do the hard work too, sharing our heart with the world. But sometimes, our words remain unread, unheard. That connection that we hope for just doesn’t happen.
Sometimes discouragement takes over. I look around at this crazy fish bowl, and feel decidedly outside of it, when everyone else is inside, swimming around together. All I can think is, please, please just take the time to see and hear what’s in my heart….I know we’d connect. I know we could encourage each other. But that doesn’t happen. I bang my hands on the thick glass too.
So every morning, I’ll sneak over to the computer, before the girls are running around, asking me to play dolls and make eggs and sit on laps. And I’ll share a bit of my heart and try to let you into my world and my life. Sometimes I’ll hit publish, sometimes I’ll tuck it away. I'll let the art out, but then I need to walk away. Because as much as I crave some connection out there, there are three little girls who are watching Super Why, waiting for their‘s.