It’s Friday, and I’m meeting up with the community of Five Minute Friday at Lisa-Jo Baker’s Tales from a Gypsy Mama for some free writing. Here are the rules: follow the prompt, no extreme editing, write for five minutes flat and encourage the person who linked up just before you. Might you consider joining?
Last week, I was overjoyed to see the fantastic five-minute work of a friend I haven’t seen in years. So glad he joined in. You could head to Lisa-Jo’s place, or leave your five minutes in the comments here like he did. Or not. Only if you wanna.
Today’s word is WELCOME.
Those sisters, they know a thing or two about the welcome.
Big, warm hugs that linger and don’t have another place to go, with the rocking back and forth, kisses on the cheek. Sometimes a sniff of the hair or shirt that reminds you that you’re each other’s people.
And then there are the chocolates in a bowl, sure. The olives next to cheese. The glass of red. A cup of sparkling water. Flowers in a pitcher.
The basket of children’s treasures.
Bare feet on the porch and an armoire full of blankets.
Their home is backyard of cascading texture and the studio with the peeling paint that looks like a place you could make something lasting.
Those sisters, they know a thing or two about making you feel like you belong.
Sitting on the sectional with a cup of coffee topped frothy foam. Eyes swelling together with the knowing.
Then you’re standing next to her in the tight kitchen, the smell of roasted vegetables in your nose, and you watch the way she uses pretty dishtowels to mop up messes, the way she never forgets people are more important than things.
These women of welcome. They make you want to kick off your shoes and stay a good long while.