Around here we write for five minutes flat on Fridays.

We write because we want to, not because we have to. We write for fun, for joy, for discovery.

We just write without worrying if it’s just write or not.

Won’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. Please visit the person who linked up before you & encourage them.

OK, are you ready? Give me your best five minutes on:

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Real…

GO

We sit in a circle and no one shines a spotlight. We just open our hands to listen. Sometimes to reach out to touch a knee or offer a tissue. Sometimes to wipe our own eyes at the wonder of what makes her brave; or how she’s telling your own story.

We listen. We discover what a powerful gift that is.

Stories are never really new, are they. Instead, they are the retelling of a thousand miles walked by women and mothers through the centuries. Thunderstorms come to us all. Never turn away a friend with an umbrella.

So we let it rain here – in this room 10 steps away from the sanctuary. This room with the orange chairs and table that’s always in the wrong place. We let it rain the real feelings of the week past and no one tries to stop it. Instead we listen and offer arms to shelter some of the storm.

Friends are a safe place.

Stories can pick different endings sometimes.

We write this middle part together. We read each other’s eyes. Mascara runs. But there is always a bowl of chocolates and someone quick to laugh.

This is how bones heal.

STOP

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