Hello, Friends. Welcome back for another Friday spent with Lisa-Jo and the Five-minute crowd. Today, we’re taking five minutes to write on the prompt Small. Do you have five minutes to write, read, or both? Why don’t you join us?
1. Write for 5 minutes flat – no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking.
2. Link back here and invite others to join in.
3. And then absolutely, no ifs, ands or buts about it, you need to visit the person who linked up before you & encourage them in their comments. Seriously. That is, like, the rule. And the fun. And the heart of this community…
Today’s Prompt: Small
He sat at the counter on the lone stool, his back a small curve above the wood seat. He bent over his bowl of cereal, and I stood looking at the curve of him. I remember the day he was born, on a sunny spring morning, right there on the bedroom floor. I had no idea when his tiny body slid from mine, the ways he would grow in greatness. His spirit is huge, he is an almost-man, housed in a little boy body.
I am small, child-sized, really. But, these tiny bones house something bigger, something like the weight of the world I sometimes carry in my chest. We never know how much a body can contain, or how capable we are–housing enormous spirits, big love, and sometimes even bigger regrets.
As I watch his shoulders rise and fall, I imagine what greatness, what goodness he might contain. I hope his body is a willing vessel, although I know from experience, our flesh can hide a universe from the seeing world. We hide the ugly, but we also hide the good. We are all capable of birthing something small, housing within it, the potential for something far greater.
I’m so glad you stopped by today. I hope your weekend is filled with wonderful things, both great and small.