Five Minute Friday: Slow

Every Friday, I spend five minutes or so writing on a word prompt from the Five Minute Friday community. Then, I hit publish. Good for the writing muscles and for cultivating a playful approach to the writing work that can sometimes be taken oh-so-seriously.


In the drip
drip
dripping
of the steam-kissed coffee

In the space
between the pendulum
swings
marking moments

While the water
braces in the trays
becoming cold cubes

The story
simmers and richens,
thickening with
possibility,
every bitter thing enfolded
in better flavor.

And within the sense of stifle
and stiffening,
clock tick
takes a down payment
on my purpose
one slow penny at a time.


You can find the link up for today’s prompt here.


Waiting is hard.

We all experience those stretched-out spaces of time that seem never-ending.

Painful.

Unchanging.

Uncertain.

We hear lots of words about waiting. Plenty of sermons, suggestions, and sentimental sayings.

What we don’t always hear are reminders that we have options—options for pursuing a different path, asking more questions, or shifting our mindset.

Here’s a free gift from me to you that offers options. Inside you’ll find five things we never say when we talk about waiting, plus a worksheet to write or think through.



18 thoughts on “Five Minute Friday: Slow”

  1. This is yet another rich and meaningful post, Amanda! I am glad to have visited. I felt myself slowing even as I read, and appreciated the reminder of “simmering. ” (Karen, FMF #7)

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  2. Amanda, wow…just, WOW. This is for you, with deep, deep respect.

    You have a loving way with words
    that sets the scene and pulls the heart
    and soul and mind and set them towards
    the dance in which we all take part.
    You offer grace of metaphor
    of which I now am only learning,
    and offer a bright golden door
    to that place for which I’m yearning
    where bright birds of poetry
    sail upon a liquid air,
    and your writing victory
    lets such as me to dream, and dare
    to hope that maybe dreams come true,
    to write just half as well as you.

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