This is my first week giving this a whirl. I originally came across the idea at another blog that I read, A Slob Comes Clean.
It's pretty easy...a prompt is given, and you write. You write for five minutes.
1. Write for 5 minutes (no editing, tweaking or self critiquing)
2. Link back to her site (thegypsymama.com) and invite others to do the same.
3. Tell the person who linked up before you, what their words meant to you. Everyone loves comments!
This week's prompt is:
That's the feeling I used to feel as I drove over the mountain passes to my home town in eastern Oregon. That's the feeling I used to feel as I drove over the coastal range and glimpsed the ocean. That's the feeling I used to feel as I drove through the city of Portland. But I'm probably not going back for a long time (haven't been back since 2007 when I cleaned out my Mom's home after she died), so it's sort of unsettling.
Here in Minnesota, I still feel welcome, but in a different, more grounded way. It's been my home for almost half my lifetime, but I'll never really belong here...be welcome like I was where I grew up.
Perhaps it's because I was raised in a different place with different mores and values. Perhaps it's because of my contrary nature. Perhaps it's because I still miss the high desert, the mountains, the open spaces, the ocean.
Even though I've always been at home wherever I (physically) am, within myself, I'd like to feel that enfolding peace and welcome again.