Once upon a time, somewhere in the blogosphere I stumbled upon The Gypsy Mama. She blogs about her family, travel and writing, but mostly about how motherhood should come with a superhero cape.
On Fridays she hosts a little blog carnival called ‘Five Minute Fridays’ which I’ve participated in once or twice in the past (hmm…maybe only once…I thought it had been more than that!), and thought I’d join in again.
Honest reason – someone else comes up with the idea for what I can write about, and it makes sure (theoretically) that I get some new, unique writing up on this blog at least once a week.
You can join in, too. All you have to do is write for 5 minutes on the word or prompt Lisa-Jo (for that is her real name) gives us then read someone else’s post and write something nice on it. Simple, eh? Check out the Five Minute Friday page for more details – but not until you’ve read this…
Once upon a time I lived in a little town just south of Atlanta, GA. It was a quiet, sleepy sort of a place, just off a long, straight highway, with several long, straigh roads passing through it.
I learned a lot when I lived there, a lot about another culture, and a lot about me. One thing I learned was that long, straight country roads in the Southern United States are just made for Country Rock. I used to love sitting behind the wheel of my friends’ white truck, windows down, road rolling out before and behind me, with the country music station cranked up. Oh yeah!
One of my favourite songs was Lee Ann Womack’s ‘I hope you dance’. I love this dream she has for..who…her daughters? That they would never lose their sense of joy and wonder at life, that they would never become so self-conscious that they were too inhibited to spread their arms wide and dance in the rain or skip down the high street.
To dance is to express joy and freedom. I need to do it more and so do you, so this weekend, I hope you dance!