Stream of Consciousness Sunday is an writing exercise challenge I found out about over at my friend Fadra’s awesome site The idea is to set a timer for 5 minutes and to just sit there writing whatever comes to mind during that time.
Boston is buried in snow, huge heaping piles of frozen stuff that are now sporting a dingy gray color that turns the landscape into an industrialized looking monochrome hell. My world in real time has become 2D.. flat, frozen, lifeless focused only on seeking warmth and safety both physical and emotional. I turn my attention to miniscule matters to avoid the thought that like the seasons the winter of my life is approaching.. I must find safe shoes..fear
Gals my age often find out they’ve got osteoporosis only when they fall and break a bone.. I walk, slowly, tentatively across the frozen streets, big confident stride reduced to that of a toddler, eyes downcast, peering at the sidewalk searching for that bit of black ice that must be lurking beneath the fine pie of powdery white stuff just as old age must surely be lurking beneath my carefully applied makeup and Crest strips whitened smile.
Grasping the railings, taking careful baby steps, noting the grip my boots give on the ice, my confidence rises as I near the safety of the car, peeking thru the 6 ft frozen piles my husband dug out, my soul emboldened by the soles on my feet, I spy my husband’s worried glance, I stand straight then, tall and bold as I stride towards that car and my husband, realizing that I must return the warmth and safety he gives me by boldly walking unafraid onto the path he has cleared for me.
Thank you Fadra for this cool exercise!
FTC this is an exercise intended to help improve my writing skills. I received no compensation of any sort for posting Stream of Consciousness Sunday: Winter,Fear and Safety