Roots of my soul

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Five minute Friday: TREE

The freedom of innocence is captivating.
Hidden up in those giant treetops as a child was where picnics, naps and secret talks took place. Way up high in the crevices you could spy and watch where no one suspected. Mister giant smelt dirty as well as sweet.

Huge giants peacefully blowing in the wind. Hours would pass.

I must have shown every child in that complex how to climb this one tree. He was the one in the middle, slightly to the left. The tree right beside him had branches like vines that we would swing on into the ravine behind. A family only to be called ‘Willow’.
Those were the days I would walk barefoot more often than with shoes. The grass was a soft prickly carpet. Oh the treasures I could stumble upon.
The giants had grown so old that their roots busted above the dirt. I would tightrope walk, letting the roots take me along their paths. Exploring the thick forest in my backyard; getting lost and somehow finding the path that took you back to civilization.
These are some of my fondest times in memory. A tattoo in my soul.
Some day to be a tattoo of ink embedded at the surface; to represent family roots and a time when I was free with the exploration of nature.

….and Stop.

For five minutes you set the clock and write, unscripted without worry of grammar mistakes or if anyone will even read it.
Just because we love to write.

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Five Minute Friday: Listen

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(Yes, it is not Friday but I spent these five minutes writing about ‘Listen’ anyways.)

Ears twitching, shifting front to back, searching for details in the sound in a tentative manner.
An acquired skill that requires attention and practice for many.

I often decide to simply sit and listen, to nature or silence, when I need to relax. Even in silence there are faint sounds. Hums, distant rings, air or creeks and cracks of the house adjusting. Isn’t it interesting how differently one person to the next hear silence? I do feel that certain types of silence can be quite frightening. I am also infuriated and/or sadened when given the ‘silent treatment’ as opposed to talking and acknowledged listening.

I am working on active listening with my toddler. She seems to listen better and have more positive actions when I get down to her level, look in her eyes and repeat what I heard her say followed by what I need her to do and why. This is actually effective during mild meltdowns!
We tried sign language before she started talking. What a great concentration skill for those of us who don’t need it as our primary communication.

My favorite things to listen to are my daughter talking with toys while playing by herself, rain, ocean waves, wind in the trees and birds. I also have to say a Spanish guitar.

Those are my Five Minutes on the prompt “Listen”.
Every Friday The Gypsy Mama posts a word prompt. For five minutes you set the clock and write, unscripted without worry of grammar mistakes or if anyone will even read it. Just because we love to write.

www.lisajobaker.com/five-minute-friday/

https://bubblemomentpages.wordpress.com/2013/05/31/five-minute-friday-imagine/

 https://bubblemomentpages.wordpress.com/2013/06/15/daily-prompt-s…in-in-the-rain/

 https://bubblemomentpages.wordpress.com/2013/06/19/beauty-in-hesitation/

Five minute Friday: Fall

Children are the most beautiful thing in this, my, world. I fell for you when you were a peanut in an ultrasound photo.
Whenever I sit down on the floor you practice your running long jump. As your body slams into my chest we fall back as our legs fly into the air. The sound of you laughing and that pure joy in your eyes makes me light up while my heart beats fast, for you. Exhilaration…

Your playroom is my latest project. Daddy is the King of do-it-yourself and this room he will build is going to make you jump out of your skin with excitement!

A sneaky hidden reading nook. A craft table with all the fixens. That easel grandpa made me. Ooww… A wall of chalkboard.

Up until now I have felt I am protecting you from falling. This is good, isn’t it? I’m not so sure. Most need to live and learn, for themselves. The hard lessons are usually the ones that make the biggest impact. But you are my baby, toddler baby.

So designing this space is me letting go just a little. I have big ideas with vision that surpasses what the room can hold. I’m talking treehouse with slide and swing. Climb, climb and explore!
I know that you are a very independent little soul and will likely grow up faster than some. So I will nourish and enjoy “playtime” for all it’s precious moments. Let’s do this!

Mommy will always try her best to protect you from falling. The falling that hurts and leaves a scar; inside or out.

In the meantime I’m going to teach you how to fall safely. Hopping on cushions, climbing ‘mountains’ and zooming down that slide as fast as you can. Even if you want to go head first…”Cring”.

Those are my Five Minutes on the prompt “Fall”.
Every Friday The Gypsy Mama posts a word prompt. For five minutes you set the clock and write, unscripted without worry of grammar mistakes or if anyone will even read it. Just because we love to write.

www.lisajobaker.com/five-minute-friday/

Take a look at the link and try it out. It’s freeing and quite eye opening what comes out of a single word.

Five Minute Friday: Imagine

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Beyond the Horizon…
Over that rainbow….
The ‘what if’ of the world. That part of everyone’s mind that operates how a child thinks or plays.
Starting the day imagining…
That smell, oh my. Ah. It’s my bed.. The mattress is a warm, freshly baked loaf of bread. My bedposts are chocolate banana bread. I love that as soon as I sit up the windows of my cottage in the trees open up to singing birds, spring fresh breeze, ocean waves, a light rain shower followed by sunshine.
Ha. I imagine no war, no poverty, no abuse or racism. The world is healthy and strong.
“Imagine all the lonely people” £; Great song!!
I wonder who imagines more often. Is there some type of census or study? Does culture have much to do with it? More so left brain or right brain thinkers? And what amounts to change or a positive impact on a fraction of the world?

Imagine; no barriers of the mind, built within a mind.. Does that even make sense?

Free like a child. Innocence to imagine anything is possible, and right in front of you.
Let’s preserve the ability and joy of imagining, anything.

Those are my Five Minutes on the prompt “Imagine”.
Every Friday The Gypsy Mama posts a word prompt. For five minutes you set the clock and write, unscripted without worry of grammar mistakes or if anyone will even read it. Just because we love to write.

www.lisajobaker.com/five-minute-friday/

Take a look at the link and try it out. It’s freeing and quite eye opening what comes out of a single word.

 https://bubblemomentpages.wordpress.com/2013/04/01/the-cuban-time-capsule/

Five Minute Friday; Song

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A piece of the view from where my husband and I sat at the Bon Jovi concert. A fantastic date night. We had both individually wanted to go see Bon Jovi for years before we even met. Although the music wasn’t necessarily ‘our’ history, the feelings remembered and words of each favorite classic is where we meshed our love of it all. Plus, the good old 80’s has the power to connect worlds. Our song of letting loose, together, while belting out every word.

Connection, release, story….

The Sweet song sings.
I felt a song resonating through me as my long time friend and I sat reminiscing with fruity wine, hotdogs and our children happily playing in the background; yet there was no music playing. We have many tunes in which we share moments that define where we’ve been in our relationship. Can I choose just one? A stream of club mixes, jazzy soul, men of rnb and down and dirty funk string together like the sweetest spring breeze.
My being is replenished by this interaction. She is the beautiful tune that gets stuck in your head; the one you never forget the tune to and don’t mind in any mood. Only to be called ‘Pao’. It’s just right with some wine. ‘Pao’ is music to learn by. When you let it just be, song forms.

I started today with this song in my head. Does your mind bring these tunes to you subconsciously; maybe I was triggered by something in my surroundings..!?
Whatever. It’s all good…
And now I am having a dance party with my daughter. no talking. Just moving our feet to the drum beat!
Love it!
life wouldn’t be the same without music

Those are my Five Minutes on the prompt “Song”.
Every Friday The Gypsy Mama posts a word prompt. For five minutes you set the clock and write, unscripted without worry of grammar mistakes or if anyone will even read it. Just because we love to write.

www.lisajobaker.com/five-minute-friday/

Take a look at the link and try it out. It’s freeing and quite eye opening what comes out of a single word.

Comfort

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Comfort food is a draw. Where do we learn this? Of course comfort food is a reminder or memory as well. A favourite part of young family life, tradition carried on.
A child draws comfort from being held.
A feeling. A touch. A smell. A voice.
A baby nozzled into their mommys’ chest; listening, the hum and beat of a heart which grew bigger when they met. A warmed pillow of safe, true love.
As an adult I haven’t grown out of wanting and needing comfort at times. Why would you want to!? A comfort in knowing you are not alone. A ground. Your personal womb-like blanket.

I feel that comfort is a powerful need in everyone’s life. The familiar, soothing comfort of a loved one, an object, a person, an embrace, food; comfort. Everyone needs it at some point. A feeling that takes over, quiets your mind and body.
That feeling that evolves from deep inside. It’s like a warm light. When the warmth fills you, then you are comforted.

I’d like to know what it really felt like as an infant to be comforted by a voice, embrace, smell and heartbeat. Euphoric, most likely.

Those are my Five Minutes on the prompt “Comfort”.
Every Friday The Gypsy Mama posts a word prompt. For five minutes you set the clock and write, unscripted without worry of grammar mistakes or if anyone will even read it. Just because we love to write.

www.lisajobaker.com/five-minute-friday/

Take a look at the link and try it out. It’s freeing and quite eye opening what comes out of a single word.

Five Minute Friday: Jump

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Every morning I hear “hello” and doors opening and closing from my daughters room. I find her jumping on her mattress with her friends, giraffe, ribbit and baby after she had already turned on the light, rearranged her pyjamas and most likely had a lengthy discussion about how everyone should have a nap, tea, sing and wait for mommy, along with some language I don’t quite understand. I laugh more than I ever have. Sofia started talking when she was 14 months and hasn’t stopped. I love it.
Development is an interesting thing.

When I was 13 or so my younger brother and I were at a shopping plaza with my parents, waiting outside the store Moores for them. We were running around and jumping off this concrete wall that housed plants. The last time I tried to jump up I misjudged the height and banged my knee into the edge and my head on the way down which gave me a couple of nasty gashes that we soaked up with scrap material that Moores supplied. Once at the clinic I got many stitches. Since needles are still to this day a source of fear for me; I kicked the nurse when she was stitching me up.

The moral of these stories… could be many things. But I think the two different scenarios prompt me to tell myself that the outcomes are memories that shape our family. Jump in!
And what doesn’t kill us makes us stronger; unless you’re a nurse.

Those are my Five Minutes on the prompt “Jump”.
Every Friday The Gypsy Mama posts a word prompt. For five minutes you set the clock and write, unscripted without worry of grammar mistakes or if anyone will even read it. Just because we love to write.

www.lisajobaker.com/five-minute-friday/

Take a look at the link and try it out. It’s freeing and quite eye opening what comes out of a single word.