I Lost All Track of Time

I recently took an online writing course called Awareness to Creativity, offered by my daughter, Laura. She asked me to take the BETA version of the course, to get feedback and fine tune it for future students. One of the interesting components of the course involves a five-minute writing exercise. A question is posed and you have five minutes to answer it, pen and writing journal in hand. I thought I would hate this. I write appraisals for a living. My hands will fall off. I was wrong. Being “loyal to the timer”, I found the process fascinating. Please understand that in these exercises, we are to ignore all rules regarding grammar, punctuation, spelling, etc. We are just to write what comes from our soul.

The prompt: What do you love so much that you lose all track of time when doing it?

childs feetMy five-minute response: The clock stood still on that first day at Kids Club in Cambodia as I sat on the edge of the stage waiting for the kids to arrive, nervously wiping sweat from my face. Suddenly, I heard some yelling and laughing three floors below me and then running feet; dozens of them, clamoring up the stairs.

I looked around at my team members and they were all smiling, watching the doorway. And there they were – 100 kids running into the room, searching for love, for hope, for escape from a life I could not imagine.

They ran up to us, grabbing our legs, hugging our waists, love pouring out from their little souls. They knew that the people here were good people. They were safe here. My heart broke as I stared into the eyes of a little one who was seeking my gaze, her eyes filled with a knowledge I could not fathom.

We sat them all down on the dusty floor and I started to speak. Forcing tears back, I smiled at them all and said, “Good morning! My name is Susan and we are so very happy to be here! These are my good friends and I named each one. We are so happy to get to know you this week! Let’s dance!”

(Five minutes are up. Put your pen down.)

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About susansplace

Widowed in 2012, I am a mother and grandmother. Born in San Francisco, I now live in the town I grew up in: Mill Valley, California. I love nature photography. Just an amateur but that's OK! My goal: world peace. Got any ideas?
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One Response to I Lost All Track of Time

  1. bodyworkspt says:

    Love, love, love, love, love!!!!!!!!

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