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. Consider writing with us?
Today’s word is LOOK.
I sit in the company of some wise people last night, writers, and we talk about vulnerability. Vulnerability that pulls back curtains.
Vulnerability that is purposeful, as it holds up the beauty and pain of a life, words in cupped hands and says look and know you are not alone.
We are surrounded by huge windows, and I think about all the glass portals of words and gesture and story and tears that allow us to look and see.
Into our hearts, her heart, his.
Into another’s experience.
The windows, these glimpses, into understanding.
To look can be to search for what is lost. The shepherd leaves the 99 others behind to look everywhere for his one little lost sheep. The woman with the lost coin looks high and low, under every piece of furniture, in every nook and cranny for her treasure.
Then she rejoices. It is found! And her neighbors, they rejoice, too.
To look and really see is to sacrifice.
To sacrifice judgments.
To sacrifice time and attention.
To sacrifice my way.
To sacrifice the broken that things are for the Beauty of what can be.
To look is to take pause, gaze long out the glass and see what lies beyond me.