A safe house for stories

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Yesterday we all showed up at Su’s in the afternoon for a little cake and open house socialising on the first really sunny day of the year. I sat with Jackie in the swinging chair and we talked about how the sunshine was warming the soil and all of the veggies that she would be planting this year in her beautiful raised garden beds.

Yesterday we all showed up at Su’s like a cupboard full of chipped plates and cracked cups, a mismatch of odd crocks brought out for a larger than expected party of guests. In twos and threes across the lawn and quietly on sun loungers closer to the house we talk with new friends and old friends of holidays, family, home and work; small fragments of our story brought out to air in the glorious sunshine of that good spring day.

A few of us over red velvet cake and cups of tea got talking about our Five Minute Friday fellowship of writers, how we all came together, an accidental muddle of new writers, aspiring writers, secret writers and non-writers to organise a few words each weekend based on an improbable and random prompt. It is something we like to do, we have found a voice and an audience of great kindness and grace. We tell the stories and we read the stories. We use our words to help each other come out of hiding because each story is good and should not be left in the dark.  We won’t be going viral any day soon and the publishing houses are not queuing up to take us on, but there is more to say.

We have made a safe house for stories. We love to read the stories and would love to host your story here.

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What is Five Minute Friday?

We write for five minutes flat. All on the same prompt that Lisa Jo Baker posts at 1 minute past midnight EST ever Friday at lisajobaker.com. And we connect on Twitter with the hashtag #FiveMinuteFriday

No extreme editing; no worrying about perfect grammar, font, or punctuation.

Unscripted. Unedited. Real.

The prompt this week is GLUE

I am delighted to share a piece from Sarah and links to blog posts by Steph and Debbie (click on the photo to open the link.)

 

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Glue – it holds things together. Seldom visible, it is nonetheless an important part of so many things. The outer, obvious parts, the exquisite crafts, would generally work if something were replaced. If I don’t have that fabric , I can use that one; if I don’t have a button I can use a bead. But if I don’t have glue, the whole project will fall apart.

I know people like that – the quiet unobtrusive ones who are rarely seen at the ‘front’ of an event, but who tirelessly hold things together behind the scenes. Not the people who are often rewarded or admired, but the ones on whom we depend without knowing it.  We owe a huge debt of gratitude to these ‘glue people’. So next time you thank the people up front, take a moment to look for the glue.

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6 thoughts on “A safe house for stories

  1. i loved this…the description of your warm welcoming spring party…i wish i was there!!! and i love that you FMF people within your area. I love these words about glue being people who make ways not excuses…and make things happen. my mother in law is like that. so is my best friend Jenna. people who jump over the hurdles of complaint and soar instead….thanks

  2. Ack, sorry for the misplaced url in that. I accidentally hit a key to paste my clipboard onto my comment. I’ll re add the comment so the mistaken one can be removed.

    Love the description “Safe house for stories.” Thank you for the reminder to look for the glue.

  3. I like this description today. Some of us are in the front and some of us are the ones in the background, doing the work without others realizing it. I often tell my children that some are called to clap and cheer with enthusiasm for the others. Love that you recognize that our jobs are never the same.

  4. I am so grateful for your safe house Kim – I may have my own blog, but your encouragement to do FMF keeps me thinking and writing.

    And Sarah – you are spot on in your description of so many people here, including yourself.

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