Hello, Friends. Welcome back for another Friday spent with Lisa-Jo and the Five-minute crowd. Today, we’re taking five minutes to write on the prompt Joy. Do you have five minutes to write, read, or both? Why don’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. 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…
Today’s Prompt: Joy
Joy:
Turning on the Classical station in the car in an effort to educate yourself and to eradicate the sound of Miley Cyrus in your ears, and finding Vivaldi’s “Spring” is playing at precisely the exact moment that spring arrives at 12:57pm March 20th. You feel the sunshine on your face and hear Vivaldi’s notes and you think, yes, spring has come.
Joy:
Ten minutes later you and your husband agree on the tile work for the building project. You agree. Let’s just sit and enjoy this for a moment because after 21 years of “opposites attract”, you have reached this point in your marriage. You agree. On tile. In ten minutes. Praise be to God.
Joy:
The dog licks your face and your son asks, why does he lick your face and not mine. You reply, because I taste sweet, like a cookie. Your son practically falls off the sofa in a fit of laughter because this is the dumbest thing he’s ever heard you say. Like a cookie? Well, yes. You do wear vanilla perfume. You imagine this stupid story making the rounds among his friends, until you realize he probably never mentions you. But, you made him laugh and then he let you fix his hair before leaving.
Joy:
Your daughter didn’t fight with you about her outfit this morning. Probably because you told her yes to the crazy, mish-mash of styles and patterns. Going ten rounds at 7am over leggings vs socks has previously caused you to lose the will to live. After three kids, it’s time to let go of the notion that they care–about their appearance or your will to live. Their hair is brushed and occasionally so are their teeth. Call it a win and move on.
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If you care to read a bit about daily spiritual practices from a lovely group of writers (and me!), head on over to Circles of Faith for their monthly column “In your words”.
For my own version of “In your words”, give me a one-liner on your latest glimpse of joy in the comments. Have a great weekend, friends!
