On Fridays, a group joins over at Lisa-Jo’s to write for five minutes flat – no editing, no backtracking, just raw words. Won’t you join us? Here are mine:
I look around and it glares at me: paper, laundry, dishes, bills or that face. Often it is my own as I pass the mirror in the living room or bathroom. Sometimes I catch my reflection in the oven door. Most of the time it is that little one, with the eyes so dark that pupil and iris are one. Those eyes! What do they see? Do they see the mess that surrounds, the harried mom that rushes past. Do they ever see a smile?
When I take the time to look and not just see, what do I perceive? Is it the need, the want, the love – all beaming back at me? Is it the firestorm brewing that no meteorologist can predict? And how do I catch that and hold it gentle in my hand. To take the coming flame and use it to refine to purest gold instead of burning down the house is my quest. If only I could see deeper and beyond.
Wow, that feels really unfinished, but so does this stage of life. I’ll just have to accept that and try to carry on with every grace given to me by God, and hope to pass it along.