Friday, May 4, 2018 – Adapt

Writing is like breathing, it’s possible to learn to do it well, but the point is to do it no matter what

Julia Cameron, The Right to Write: An Invitation and Initiation into the Writing Life

Something different today. I’m joining in with a group of writers for Five Minute Friday where we’re given a prompt (this week it’s adapt) and write for five minutes about it. Apparently I didn’t read the rules well enough, because when I went back to the site after I wrote for five minutes I noticed that it’s supposed to be a free write with no editing. Oops. I’m not sure I can do that. At the very least I have to come back and add a quote and a photo. And editing, well, editing is part of the fun for me. Confession: I did do a light edit on this post. Anyway, here’s my very first Five Minute Friday post.

I’m at the bottom of the hill when I remember I forgot to bring my camera. Should I just carry on and run the errands I set out to do and forget about the one creative thing I planned for this afternoon?

Not a chance. I double back up the hill and head toward home to get my camera.

I lamented, when we moved here four years ago, the loss of my yard in Washington, and the neighbourhood we lived in where flowers were abundant and something was always in bloom. I could go on a photo walk just by stepping foot outside the door, and when I was in the mood for something more, there were beautiful parks with an abundance of botanical treasure just minutes away.

It’s not that way now. I have a yard and a small front flower bed, but nothing to the extent I once had. Parks are different here; I still miss the parks in Washington.

Today, tired of photographing lilacs and columbine and the few blooms in my yard, I set out to visit my favourite local park—one that has a bit of flora that delights me. There, I sit on the ground, pay attention, quiet my mind, and look for magic.

In time, I move on, and come across a woman sitting at a bench with a notebook in front of her. She’s writing and I keep a respectful distance so as not to disturb her. I’m reminded of an intention I set when we lived in Washington to spend a few hours, now and then, writing in a park down the street from where we lived. I never did it. Life was busier then.

I rest my elbows on a rock, lean in to get closer to a blossom, click the shutter on my camera, and set a new intention to come here. It’s not the quiet and beautiful Soos Creek Botanical garden; it’s the familiar park I spent time in when my children were small.

It’s different; I’m different. I think we can work something out.


I’m a writer, reader, and creative. I thought by now I’d have things figured out, but I keep coming up with more questions. I think that’s okay. I’m here most mornings pondering ordinary things.
  1. Welcome to FMF! I so enjoyed your post. I wander with camera in hand most days, too. I live in Washington and right now things are glorious in nature. I like how to waited for magic. It is there, isn’t it, when we stop to look.

    1. Oh yes! It’s always there! Washington is so beautiful at this time of year. Enjoy your photo walks.

  2. Welcome to Five Minute Friday! “There, I sit on the ground, pay attention, quiet my mind, and look for magic.” I love this line so much! I have three small children and I have to constantly remind myself to simply sit and watch for the magic. I’m trying to learn how to quiet my mind amidst the noise (and mostly failing). The image you created was lovely and inspired me to pull my real camera out again.

    1. Thank you for stopping by this morning, Bethany. With three small treasures, I can only imagine the busyness of your life. I hope you are able to find even a few moments of stillness. It’s such a gift and opportunity to listen.

  3. Great write. And I’m with you…impossible to not edit a wee bit as I write. Have a great weekend, Linda.

    1. You too, Judy.

  4. The writing without editing – always a challenge! So glad you added your beautiful photography!!

    1. Thanks so much, Jennifer.

  5. I love the poetry of this – that we are leaning into different seasons and what they offer.

    1. Thanks so much, Annie. Always so good to lean in to what is.

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