Five Minute Friday
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Every Friday, I join an online Christian writing community, Five Minute Friday. We are given a one-word prompt and write – unscripted, unedited, pure free-write – for 5 minutes. Five Minute Friday is a great place to hone my writing practice and be encouraged by other writers as I write. I will set the timer for five minutes and then write. Here we go! I am excited to invite you in, welcome.
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I am finding my self in reveries. I am delighting in that tiny grace, because grief has clouded a lot of the last two months. Lately beauty has been a sort of buoy reminding me to breath when all I feel is numbness and fog. So, to find myself daydreaming of the future has me exhaling gratitude and smiling.
I am so grateful for my work with Noonday Collection, and this summer they will be taking me on a trip to Peru. What an unexpected gift. I am so excited that soon I will be surrounded by a culture that transcends time. I will soon hear Spanish mainly spoken, awakening dormant recesses of my soul. Soon I will taste the goodness that will be shared with me through the hospitable smiles as the table is set.
Soon, I will revel in the amazing skills of Artisans that make beauty a staple part of everyday life. Soon I will know myself in a new way, as I allow my heart to be transformed by the People of Peru. To travel with an open heart is always my goal. I have seen the shift in my heart as I approach a new place with grace and not over burden it with expectations to entertain me. Instead I allow it to wash over me, teach me to observe, and allow it to nourish me with its delicacies.
Gracefully,
Daisy F. Dronen 
This is beautifully written, Daisy. Receive the gift of Peru into your being and allow God to minister to your heart.
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Beauty is a saving buoy
flashing a bright welcome light,
like someone singing ‘Louie, Louie’
in a distant foreign night.
Beauty comforts when you’re scared
for it stays to remind you
of what, deep down, your heart’s aware
that there’s a Person strong and true
Whose love, accepted, won’t be lost,
Who knows your prayers and knows your story,
who gladly in blood paid the cost
do that you might with Him share glory
that in bright beauty you can see
rising through Eternity.
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