15 Minute Free Write (GBE2-WK32)

The challenge set forth by our blogging group this week was a 15 minute free writing exercise. Free writing is something I do often, but never share, so bare with the tethered thoughts, and possibly mistyped words, or incorrect sentence structures... they are usually never witnessed by the public eye (at least not intentionally ;-)

The wind is blowing recklessly beyond the glass gate. I can hear it while I type out the words of random thought that become who I am before I speak. While I really enjoy free-writing, the idea of writing and just putting it out there without editing my own thoughts is extremely anxiety producing. Perhaps I won't post it, just leave it here on the desktop to remind me how much tension it produced. When I write to express my thoughts like this, it is for no audience but myself. My understanding of free writing is that it is to allow you to freely write, something I am not comfortable doing when it is required to be posted.

Perhaps I could write it for myself… write about the wind and the way it sings while it is whipping through the trees. I think we might be ready for winter now. At least that's what Mother Nature is indicating. It's cold out, but we have not had snow fall yet. Okay, once, but it was only a skittering of snow that landed, and it was gone within hours. After all it's just dry, cold, rain, that made it all the way through the atmosphere to land in our yards, and streets. It hardly stands a chance against the sun.

What if the sun, wind, rain, and snow played rock, scissors, paper? Who might win? I think about the Batman movie where Mr. Freeze said "everything freezes" and wonder if he's right. Would the snow beat out the sun in a game of rock, paper, scissors?

I used to play that game to see who would have to do something we did not want to do, when we were all just knee high hoppers. It was kind of fun… I would watch everyone's eyes to see what they were going to do.

Sometimes you can tell what people are going to do by the look in their eyes. Many times it is more than just the eyes that give them away though, it's the way they stand, hold their hands, their head, their body overall. People talk loudly even when they are not speaking. You can hear their voices in the language of their bodies.

I must type fast, or think fast, or both, no timer yet… my paper is growing, okay not the paper, but the words on it, and still I have said nothing to you.

Who are you? Do you read and wonder what is going on in someone else's mind? I do… I wonder what their lives have gifted them to move the pen across the paper… or in this case the fingers across the keyboard. What kind of experiences do they have, that have shaped and molded the character they have become.

Characters are fun to watch. My favorite place for watching people is at Barnes and Noble. They will read and talk like they are in bubbles that the rest of the world cannot see into. It gives me wonderful background for personal tics! Once there was a man who was reading a paper book (I have to make that clear now) and each page he turned, he would run his finger and thumb over the edge of his baseball cap first… it was a hoot… and very unique, I love that part of human nature.

I wonder what people see when they watch me? Do they watch me? Are they writing too? Would you watch people while you were out? I think we all do to some degree. We watch people with different reasons behind our watching habits though… some watch so they can judge others… some watch because they are genuinely interested in whatever that person was doing. Others… watch because they are bored, or longing to be a part of the scene they are not participating in.

People fascinate me! I want to know what they think about things, and how they came to understand things the way in which they do. I like to know the heart of people, and move past all the personality glitches that we carry to the soul. It is a wonderful journey, and an absolutely splendid foundation for living.

The cats are winding through my chair at my feet, it makes it hard to focus, and with only a couple of minutes left, you would think they could just be patient. Hah! We are talking about MY cat right? LOL, he's a ball of fire that lil guy, loves me to the moon and back, but he will bite a stranger in a heartbeat. The other one is a quiet shadow walker.

Times up!