Joining up with my.party people from #fmfparty and writing on 1 word in 5 min.
He has invited us in for the last couple years at least. We have been brought close, more then just a thruthe window view. It more of a heart to heart, face to face that we’ve been given.
Each time he writes it breaks my heart and puts the pieces back together again, because he doesn’t stray from sharing the burden of life but also speaks truth with fire.
He is a fighter. He has been for a long time. These days the battle takes place in a much different setting, but still requires bravery and boldness. And this boldness comes in the form of life being fought for each eaked out second of the day.
The brotherhood looks different now. Its made up of sniffing noses, bearpaw hugs and animals trained to caregive with their hearts and instinct. And yet it is like a blood brotherhood. The unity of preserving life and fighting off death binds them heart strong.
The coleader of this battalion has seen the battle from a different angle but has this warriors back. They take ground moment by moment, fighting to grasp life out of every intake of breathe.
They are battle weary, they hold each other up…looking to the light. Each dawning moment is a gift…there is a breathe that fills their lungs with hope.
They bless us by letting us in. By sharing what is true. What is hard. What is real.
And one of the reasons they are loved so deeply.
ANDREW and BARB and pups, you are SO loved.
Joining with my buddies over at Five Minute Friday. Writing Five minutes on a one word prompt. Linking up and checking what others were inspired to write.
As I drove west across Michigan today, I got to thinking about why I am heading to the Breathe conference tomorrow. I was reminded of an interaction I had last year at FFW by an aquisitions genleman when browsing the booktable. “So, what do you write?” he asked, which I suppose could be a logical question for such a gathering. I stuttered for a moment then said, “Well I dont really write anymore, I’m more of a reader.” In some sense, I felt like my answer didnt satisfy him, but that could just be my sensitivity. Looking at the different Breakout sessions starting tomorrow I feel that perhaps I am a fish out of water. But what I truly feel called to do is first and foremost encourage others who are writing. In some selfish sense I kind of want them to write bevause I am not able to form the words these days. I believe in story and right now the words to describe what I want to say come from the pens of others. So I think thats why I am here. I am seeking storytellers, heart whisperers. Ones to encourage
Joining up in the last moments of last weeks prompt to hang out with my Five Minute Friday friends tonight and read the new prompt tonight
I still remember gathering around the table. The supervisors and manager were gathering for a meeting. At some point one of my coworkers was sharing a descriptor of each coworker. When she came to me she said “Janel, you are dependable”. Now thats not a curse word, but I felt that I had been slapped across the face. It was like it was the only word she could think of that was complimentary for me. I guess that it did say something about my work ethic, but it left a sour taste in my mouth.