Today I am joining The Gypsy Mama for the first time for her Five Minute Friday:
Got five minutes? Let’s write. Let’s write in shades of real and brave and unscripted. Let’s just write and not worry if it’s just right or not.
1. Write for 5 minutes flat for pure unedited love of the written word.
2. Link back at The Gypsy Mama and invite others to join in.
3. Go buck wild with encouragement for the five minuter who linked up before you.
OK, are you ready? This week’s prompt is brought to you by twitter. Or at least, by the responses I got on twitter when I asked for suggestions. Thanks Lindsey for this great one. Or as we would say in Afrikaans, Baie dankie (pronounced “Buy a donkey” I kid you not!)
Give me your best five minutes for the prompt:
When seasons change….
Seasons… There are so many seasons. The seasons of life, the four seasons of the weather in the Netherlands, the four seasons in music by Vivaldi (if I am not mistaken), the seasons of the water, as in the flow of low and high tide.
And there are the seasons of moods for the bipolar person.
Seasons when you feel depressed and you can’t get out of bed, let alone take a shower and get dressed. Your house or sometimes your bedroom is the only place to be. Your bed the savest place on earth.
There are seasons when you are overenthousiastic and hyper active, talking peoples heads of while their ears have already fallen to the ground. The world is your oyster and everything seems possible.
It is like being a butterfly, roaming to and fro, free and without a care in the world.
And always the movement between the caterpillar – the cocoon – the butterfly, back and forth, back and forth, wave after wave, riding it out and finding yourself still alive after all.
Enjoying the beauty of every season.
Ok, your turn….!!
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