Every Friday, there will be a prompt to lead us to the weekend. I would love to see your responses or thoughts about process in the comments. Or, even better? Leave us a link to your own blog and response there!
I challenge you to sit, breathing just like you do, and just see the world around you. Just a few minutes, a few breaths. Then, set a timer or page limit (for however long you want), and WRITE! Just put pen to paper (fingers to keyboard). Don’t stop. Don’t think. Just ground yourself in the prompt. Come back to it if you need to. But, for all that is good in this world, tell us your story.
To raise a toast to this very moment – to let ourselves just be with what is and relax into it is a powerful thing – I wonder what toasts I’d give on other days, if I’d remember to, or even would want to. And this is our practice – to show up, even when it’s hard, messy, and we don’t wanna.
Timer was set for 10 minutes.
Here’s to honesty with a dash of responsibility. Here’s to decent driving and compassionate commuting. Here’s to hours in silence, with only guinea pig wheeks and hip hop. Here’s to the places that scare me and the people willing to go there with me. Here’s to the summer’s end, a good one of adventure and learning. Here’s to the coming school year.
Here’s to adventures, the places we go that we don’t turn away from. Here’s to fun t-shirts that make me smile and here’s to white plastic cups of cool water. Here’s to cell phones, printers, and computers. Here’s to pen and paper.
Here’s to being forthright and here’s to knowing when to stay silent. Here’s to cups of tea, cups of coffee, and to mugs of hot cocoa.
Here’s to new desserts, long weekends, and learning to work from home.
Here’s to learning to walk in your places, to recognize fear masquerading as envy, masquerading as anger, masquerading as disdain. Here’s to layers, unpeeling, and the pieces of self underneath it all.
Here’s to finishing journals, writing pens dry, and embarking down new paths. Here’s to rice with dinner every night for nearly three weeks now.
Here’s to all the things I cherish and here’s to all the things I’ve learned and here’s to all the growing left to do. Here’s to the challenges and failures and successes. Here’s to acceptances and rejections.
Here’s to broken hearts, mending bridges, and the soft chewy center of humanity’s gentleness.
Here’s to the people who are there in this world.
Here’s to tapping feet and sore hands. Here’s to dancing and staying still still still.
Here’s to trying to let go of this all and let the world celebrate the best it can, even in sadness and distress and terror. Here’s to raising a glass to all the things we try o be and do and here’s to laying all that down. Here’s to being open to what is, and here’s to holding one’s heart when shutting down is all you feel you can do.
Here’s to laughter and love and doing the very best that we can in this moment and all the ones after that we are given.