This is my favorite time of the week. A time when I get to beg, borrow or steal five minutes while the kids are watching a movie and eating ice cream. A time when the roosters and the chickens are in bed for the night and I have a few moments to myself to put something down on paper. A time when I get to go and join my friends over at The Gypsy Mama and read what they write.
In just five minutes.
To paint my own verbal picture. To just write and not worry if it’s just write or not.
- 1. Write for 5 minutes flat – no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking.
2. Link back here and invite others to join in.
3. Get a little crazy with encouragement for the five minuter who linked up before you.
Today, the prompt is simply: Home
Home, to me, is much more that a place.
I have lived in many places in my life. I have lived in all kinds of houses. Some were apartments, some were duplexes. Some were big and some were small. Some were in nice neighborhoods and some were not. Through the years, I have had a chance to really look at the places I called home. I have come to discover what home really means to me.
Home is a place where I feel safe. It is a place where I can be myself, with all my faults and weaknesses as well as with my strengths and talents. It is a place where I am accepted, nurtured and loved. It is a place where children are free to roam. Where the house can be a place of quietly disordered chaos, and where love abounds with squishy hugs and sticky kisses.
Home is where hearts meld together into one big network of love and acceptance. We stay uniquely ourselves, but the edges, oh the edges, intertwine and mesh together into something that transcends all places and each moment. It is people that live on forever in my heart and mind. It is arguments over whose turn it is to do the dishes, it is having cleaning parties on a Saturday morning. It is home-made waffles for breakfast, and barbecues and picnics. It is days spent at the beach or at the park. It is watching sunrises and sunsets from the front porch. It is holding hands, bicycle riding and working together in the yard. Home is everywhere and everything that my family does together with me. It is the memories and the laughter, the aching and the tears, the hope and the love. Home is kneeling together in family prayer and knowing that this life is only the beginning. Home is where ever I find family waiting and loving, sharing and caring, knowing that family is the most important circle in my world. Home is wherever love is. Home is wherever our hearts are joined together in love. Home is my family, together forever, at last.
Now it is your turn. What can you tell me about your home in five more minutes.