Friday, October 12, 2012

race | {Day 12}: Keeping it Real

There are morning's the alarm goes off and others when I'm awake before it.

I sometimes feel sluggish, though usually resist the slow and quicken with each minute.

Fullness of life pressures my blood to flow fast.

By Friday it's all felt too familiar--this routine.

I secretly pang for rest.

The beat of my heart steadily increases its rhythm as Me Time nears an end each morning.

It's a race, this week-long living.

To cram in as much as we can. To be better and more and good-er than the day before.

I am overwhelmed with the disgust in busy. Crazed at the pace we set for our children.

Relationships could be fuller and richer 
     if we just sweep away the excess in our schedules. 

If we slow, we will hear the rain cascading off the roof and onto our porch.

The steady beat of the clock will be noticed.

Time might not seem to whirl away.

And our bodies, they might find calm.

Real doesn't have to be a race.

Today's post was part of my friend, Lisa-Jo's fun challenge each Friday to take five and Just. Write.

     "...for five, short, bold beautiful minutes... unscripted and unedited...
     without worrying if it's just right or not."


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  1. "Week long living" - those words really struck me because I think it's how we miss the big picture, and the little moments. May we have more of each today! Thank you for sharing at Five Minute Friday

  2. Yes, this week-long living. That just leapt out at me. Thank you, Amy for narrowing my vision, for helping me see the point, and slowing me down today. Love you my friend. Praying for you, always. XOX

  3. I love this picture - how G's hat is about to touch the water. And yes, slowing down, such a good thing.

  4. real doesn’t have to be a race...this is true and I am not sure we can really live a real life if we are racing through the moments. thanks for this and blessings and rest to you~

  5. Oh, Amy. My, my, my. It's been too long, friend and I'm so glad I find myself here tonight. I. so. relate to this, girl. "I secretly pang for rest." How your heart rate increases as your time nears an end? I'm honored to read here and have my heart pricked, have another mom's heart say "I get it". Bless you.