It may not look like it, but I really have been trying to get in a Monday/Wednesday/Friday rhythm around here. Sometimes I miss it, but the writer spirit is willing, even when the brain is weak.

Through one of my favorite blogs, Halfway to Normal, I learned a nifty little trick to squeeze in a post on difficult Fridays and get the words to flow… the 5 Minute Friday. This is hosted by The Gypsy Mama and involves throwing “caution (editing, revising, and worrying) to the winds” and simply writing on a prompt. Unedited. Five Minutes.

Though the thought of writing something and tossing it to the Internet with zero polishing freaks me out, it’s a brilliant little exercise really. Timers really force the flow, as a *ahem* seasoned NaNoWriMo veteran like myself can attest. ;)

So here we go! This week’s prompt: “When I look in the mirror I see….”

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Mirrors can say so much, and still so little.

When I look in the mirror, I see a young woman pulled together by genetics and personality, life and culture. I see blue eyes, like my dad’s, swirled with my mother’s green (that mostly shows when I wear my new favorite, purple eyeshadow.) Curly brown hair that defies any plans to fight the Florida humidity. Skin too pale to be Floridian, a testament to my great indoors life.

But I see possibilities, mostly. Potential. A swirling mess of contradictions waiting to get out, always something waiting to be born, the great capacity to love and the tendency to fear.

There’s hope in there too. Buried optimism. Or is it a naive hope that things turn out for the best, work together for good?

Nobody would likely see that. It’s funny… all those sparks don’t show in a photograph quite the way they do in the mirror. There are some secrets far deeper than eyes and a mirror dare to look. There are some things only a soul is meant to see, looking at the body that it has to carry around.

Profoundly, fearfully, wonderfully made as it is. Dust and ashes being made new.

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So um… there. Well, it’s something. Oddly enough, I kept thinking I was almost out of time, only to see the timer was still ticking. It’s probably more like a four minute Friday. :)

Happy weekend to you.

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