Five Minute Friday – prompt word, five minutes, just write. No overthinking, no over editing.
This weeks prompt word is FAMILIAR
I’ve lived in this house for over ten years. Every nook and cranny, every window, every wall, every corner is familiar. In and out, up and down. I’m familiar with her good side and her bad, the parts I love and the parts that make me wonder why, her quirks and her crookedness I know them all well. We’ve travelled some miles together planted in this spot.
And being so familiar and depending how tired or restless or impatient I feel, I can think we have the entire measure of each other, that I know all there is to know with nothing left to discover and no more surprises to be had.
But I’m not truly convinced – see hope tells me otherwise, hope keeps me looking for the possibility in every corner and in every well worn space. Hope keeps me looking for what it might be with the right amount of love and creativity and whatever else I have thrown at it. Is it the lure and promise of home? or the idea of creating something out of nothing, of turning water into wine that runs in my blood that keeps me believing there are beauties still to unfold and still surprises to be had, that tells me we aren’t done with each other yet.
“even our messiest of days are tinged with possibility. Redemption awaits. We only need to find smallest of pathways and choose to keep walking”. Marion Vischer
Even on the most familiar of days and in the most familiar of places.
Not as obvious maybe, not as sparkling bright new, but there just the same.
Even in this ordinary house.
Despite what’s past, despite all that we are familiar with, despite what we “know”, it seems love can abide and hope can stand up and shout your name again.
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