So I am supposed to write for five minutes. No editing. No
rewrites. Here we go!
Rhythm…it’s something that I recognize more when I’m feeling
the lack of it, rather than the fullness of it in my life. It’s like the
faithful washing machine that I mindlessly cram my dirty clothes, towels and whatever
into every week. I don’t notice the rhythm of that ritual. I do notice when the
machine breaks down! The rhythm is broken…and I then I miss it.
What else am I missing?
The crack of the bat against the ball at the Little League
The waves of the ocean pushing to the shore only to quickly
pull back again.
The breath of a little one, as she falls helplessly
asleep after the late night feeding.
The crunch, crunch, crunch of my footsteps on the gravel
path where I walk.
The sound of a heartbeat echoing in my ear, reminding me
that my body moves in it’s own secret time every moment of my life.
The passing of Seasons, one into another, as the year
Beauty hides in the everyday rhythm and ritual
Time to start opening my ears and my eyes to the wonder of the rhythm of life.
Thank you to Five Minute Friday at lisajobaker.com!