Five Minute Friday: Hero

Heroes to me are people that see a need and fill it. The first person I think of is my friend Sher. She has an uncanny ability to see the invisible people. She inspires me to slow down and realize that a lot of the fuzzy blurry obstacles in my life are actually people who may spend a great deal of their lives unseen.

Do you know how it is to be actually seen?

I love the greeting*, can’t remember what it was specifically or where it came from but it was the equivalent of “I see you.” I don’t know about you, but that’s something really powerful. Spending time with someone and being seen. Acknowledged. Heard. Accepted.

So, my heroes are those who my achieve greatness in some way, but who actually “see” the people around them. I think that’s why so many people are falling in love with Pope Francis. He is removing the walls between himself and the people he interacts with.

That, to me, is real heroism. Someone brave enough to not have walls between themselves and those around them.

Last night on FB, someone posed a video collection of military personnel homecomings. That makes me think of other heroes. Not just those who leave to serve (they are automatic heroes to me) but also their families. They hold the fort for those who protect, giving them a place to return, to be seen, to be welcomed, to be loved.


*The greeting I was referring to is “Sawubona”:


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Five Minute Friday (on Saturday): Tree

WikiTree - a FREE collaborative single worldwide family tree

Family tree is where my brain goes first. I’m becoming a bit of a genealogy geek lately. I inherited a trove of boxes of papers from my Grandfather, Robert Forman and I think he would be proud of what I have done with it so far. I have been back and forth with my desire to move my research out to the WikiTree project, but that’s a bit risky if I make that my primary source of information. I’m finally realizing the need to control what I have noted as researched fact, and secondarily donate my research for general use via the wiki.

It’s fun to imagine what all these people would think if they realized their facts would be the treasure sought by people down the genealogy tree. Did they have any idea that their basic facts would become gold?

I think it’s important to pass on information to generations down the line. To have some sense of the people you came from. Mostly, though, I do it for the feeling of connection with my Grandfathers, and for all the other people that have passed. To note their existance. To keep them remembered.

That’s what I think of when I think about “tree”. Putting roots down, passing on information. Finding connections with people miles and miles away. It’s just another thing to keep us connected. Recognizing that we come from the same places.

Now that we have DNA testing used in genealogy, it has become even more interesting to dig in and find connections!


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Five Minute Friday: Together

Hm. As an introvert, this word at first makes me uncomfortable. Claustrophobic. There’s good together and bad together.

Togetherness can be cozy – like how I feel when J4 and I are in a really good conversation during a long car ride where we can just talk and there’s no pressure to be or do anything but be together. I am blessed to be married to my best friend in the whole world.

But sometimes “together” can feel trapped and exhausting. It’s not that way with everyone. Together when it’s just you and a friend having coffee together = good. Together when it’s a bunch of girls all riding together somewhere? I’m usually in the back seat looking out the window wondering how long until I can get home.

Enforced togetherness is the worst. Family functions based solely on convention and not a desire for face time? Kill me now. “Bonding exercises” that are obviously trying to make something happen that hasn’t happened naturally? No. Waaaay outside my comfort zone.

Surprise togetherness is pretty bad too. It takes me time to gear up and ferret away enough energy to endure a large social gathering. I need to choose it.

Ok, so time’s up. My brain just started unpacking the concept, but that’s enough for today. Plus, I’m about to have the welcome togetherness of my 8yo coming off the school bus. I actually miss the (not so) little guy today!

Have a great weekend!


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Five Minute Friday: Laundry (late like this post)

Oh laundry. It’s one of those things that just must happen, and therefore marks the passage of time. Days of plenty and days of want. 🙂 I feel so blessed when the sock drawer is full. Just wish it would do itself.

I’m grateful to no longer have to haul bags of it to the laundromat with rolls of quarters and my crochet bag to pass the time. You’d think I’d be happier about it. But no. I h.a.t.e. doing laundry. The washing isn’t so bad, it’s the putting away. It never gets more fun or easier.

Whine.

Mountains of it to be sorted and folded and stacked and lugged and sorted again and shoved or hung. It’s a thankless job. One of the jobs that is only noticed when it’s not being done. First world problem, I know. I’m trying to find something positive to say.

I like the new scent pellets you can add in. I’m sure they’re horrible chemicals that will eventually rot the planet, but at least they raise my spirits for a while I fold.

Toodles.


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Five Minute Friday: Red

theawesomeredbirdRed. Well this one is easy. It’s J5’s favorite color and his self-appointed Nickname. “RedBird” to be exact, as in the main “iconic” character in the Angry Birds family. We all have been given Angry Bird names. Matilda, Bomb, Chuck, Stella and the Blues, Balloon and Boomerang. There were whole weeks where J5 would only answer to Red. He had decided that J5 had gone to live with his grandparents for a month and would come back the next time they would visit.

So, rather than a color, “Red” is my son.

It’s fun when he’s in imagination mode. He crafts the rules of operation. He sets the parameters. Then he usually moves into game levels and scores. His brain just cranking away at the new game he’s creating. I usually lose track after the first few levels. The funny thing is he also intends to grow up and be a video game level designer and music creator. When he games here at home, he usually has the game on one monitor and iTunes on the other so he can orchestrate the mood for the particular level he’s making. Gotta love Minecraft. Infinite new worlds with infinite new options of creation. I think he would just live a Minecraft life if he could.

He wasn’t particularly thrilled with the “only 2 hours of alone gaming” per day limit we recently started to enforce. The suggestion was always there, but it can be amazingly handy to get things done around the house when he’s not talking to me about gaming levels or whining about being bored!


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Five Minute Friday: Worship

Ooh. This is a tough one. Worship is a loaded word. It’s an event. A required meeting during academy days. The part of the church service where you sing and stand. Something you do to idols in error. Something you sing about.

It’s adoring fans. It’s bowing and offering sacrifice.

It’s something I have avoided for a few years now. It’s a loaded word.

Yeah.

This is a pretty difficult 5-minute Friday…yup. Guess that’s it. Just waiting for the timer to run out…longest timer ever.

I guess I could call my meditation a form of worship? Except not. I don’t think of God, I stop and listen. Be still and know that I am God. So yeah, I guess that’s worship. And that is good.


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Five-Minute Friday: Last

I started to clear my mind to focus on this word I’ve chosen to free my mind and words on, and became unexplicably sad. Sad that there are “lasts”. This mortal life has firsts and lasts. Unless you believe there’s more later, but even then, you cannot revisit any moment, and thus this will always be the last of THIS moment.

Not sure if it’s the reflections of depression or just a mood today. But I suppose it could be turned around. This word could be resolve. This is the last time I will take a drag on a cigarette…or the last time I eat myself numb instead of making a change.

It can also be good. Relationships that last. Endurance. So how can this word be such an opposite of itself. The last time and things that last and last. Interesting.

I have nothing left to say. Words dried up. 5 minutes may have been too long. But I will continue to prime the pump of my writing. Even if it’s with these contrived writing times. It’s worth it to keep going. To free write. Any other thoughts on last? Sadness at being the least fast runner/walker. But there’s some pride in completion, even if it’s dead last. Sometimes, that has to be good enough. Sometimes it really IS enough. Coming in last means I tried. And that is better than not at all.




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Quiet

Quiet is how I recharge. At least some of the time. Well, it’s how I heal. Recharge takes music. My music.

Quiet is not usually possible in a home with a child (an awake one anyway). I am currently listening to my 7yo impersonate Dr. Doofenschmirtz (sp?). “Behold, the bomb-circuit-inator!!!” while his Mario Bros. music plays over iTunes. Yeah, most of my life has that kind of soundtrack.

Quiet is not without risk, though. It can leave me feeling judged. I guess that’s because I am alone with my thoughts and they come in loud and clear. Quiet is often accompanied by free time in which I need to choose how to fill the time. Do something positive and proactive? Or loaf on the couch and surf the net and watch TV. It’s hard for me to sit in the house without some sort of media input (TV, Facebook, etc.)

Now I am beginning to realize that I don’t actually experience quiet all that often. I have this compulsion to fill my head with something. Interesting how I just was reading about the role of quiet in a relationship with God. Waiting on God to be more precise.

If the question be asked, whether this be anything different from what we do when we pray, the answer is, that there may be much praying with but very little waiting on God. In praying we are often occupied with ourselves, with our own needs, and our own efforts in the presentation of them. In waiting upon God, the first thought is of the God upon whom we wait. We enter His presence, and feel we need just to be quiet, so that He, as God, can overshadow us with Himself. God longs to reveal Himself, to fill us with Himself. Waiting on God gives Him time in His own way and divine power to come to us.
Murray, Andrew (2010-06-01). Waiting on God (p. 10). Kindle Edition.

I think I’m due some more deliberate quiet time.





Writing this evening inspired by the November 2012 NaBloPoMo Writing Prompt: Weekends are for free-writing. I am using Lisa-Jo Baker’s Five-Minute Friday for today.
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