Unscripted. Unedited. Real.
Writing for five minutes.
A sort of writing flash mob.
Welcome.
I believe that I will start looking at that word as a contraction.
We...will...come.
Maybe that way, I can begin to understand all the facets of its cut.
For I want my heart to breathe with hospitality, acceptance, appreciation, delight.
I want my moments to be less about, "Here I am!" and, instead, sound more like, "There YOU are!"
I want a life that beats from the center of all that is good and noble and lovely.
Consider it another way of scripting the gifts into every moment, every opportunity, every time.
Perhaps then I can really receive all that comes my way.
Because all of it--all is gift.
We...will...come
