Today I’m participating in Lisa-Jo’s Five Minute Friday. Every week she gives us one word as a prompt. Then we write – but only for five minutes. People, that is not very long at all! And posting what is essentially a rambling internal debate is a little [LOT] scary. But I’m doing it anyway. Here goes.
Why is it that when I read the word “roots,” John Denver filled my head? “Country Road, Take Me Home” is pretty much the last song I want to have winding its way through my brain this rmoning. (Honestly, after the second day in a row of waking up to a small person throwing a tantrum, the only music that appeals is hard, edgy and very much not John Denver.)
Still, this free writing exercise is supposed to pull out our gut reactions and give us a tiny space to examine them. I think. Although I also suspect I’m not supposed to focus on the rules as much as the words – but is that just another rule? I don’t know. But I think I might be stalling. (A pretty smart tactic, given the small time frame of this process, wouldn’t you say?)
For months, my blog to-do list (yes, I have one, don’t you?) has included the words, “Where I’m From.” I’ve read so many beautiful posts based on that prompt, and my heart longs to write poetry words that tell the truth of my own roots.
And yet, I haven’t done it. Why? Why am I afraid to sit down and write about where I come from? I love where I come from! Still . . . I haven’t written that post yet.
What does the word ROOTS say to you?