Welcome to another edition of Five Minute Friday! I’m so thrilled that you’re here.
If you’re new in these parts, feel free to click over here for a better picture of what we’re all about! In a nutshell:
One fun new feature we’ve added in 2015 is Five Minute Friday Introductions — a series of interviews conducted by the loveable Asheritah of OneThingAlone.com with various members of the FMF community!
Katie has a special place in my heart for many reasons. For one, she and I got to meet in person just a couple of weeks ago! She’s the first FMF community member that I’ve met in real life! (Sorry for the blurry photo — that’s what you get when you give a mediocre phone camera to a nine-year-old .. ) 😉
Besides writing and singing, Katie also has some fabulous graphic design skills.
She graciously offered to design several images (using photographs she took herself!) to help launch my first e-book, Letters to Grief — which is FREE all day Friday, February 27th! Get your copy today, by clicking here!
Here are a few of the graphics she designed for me, using quotes from Letters to Grief:
Just because I love you guys so much, Letters to Grief is FREE all day Friday, February 27th.
Spread the word, will you? Maybe you know someone who needs this right now? Someone who is plodding through knee deep grief and struggling to see the sunrise behind the thick layer of clouds?
Here’s Katie, sharing some wise words and a challenge for all of us:
(If you can’t see the video, click here.)
This week’s prompt is inspired by Katie’s closing words of encouragement in her video, as well as the sweet reminder of our brief time chatting together in person.
So without further ado, I present to you this week’s Five Minute Friday prompt:
One thing I miss most about living in Africa is the visits.
The spontaneous drop-ins. The don’t-have-to-call-before-you-stop-by’s.
The unexpected knock on the door when the potatoes are at a full boil, and you switch off the stove and turn on the kettle instead and sit and drink tea until you’ve forgotten all about dinner.
I miss the strolling down the street on a sunny evening with a warm breeze and the random popping in at a friend’s house just because, without warning. I miss the standing around, watching as friends flit about, barefoot on cool kitchen tiles, whipping up a red latte just for you, at a moment’s notice. With fancy spray whipped cream, from a can, even.
I miss the sunset chats by the braai with empty two-litres of coke and ashes smoldering and the smell of boerewors lingering in the fragrant coastal air.
I miss the laughing till it hurts, and the laughing some more.
Now it’s your turn! Share your five minutes of free writing on the word VISIT .. (and psst .. don’t forget to VISIT some other blogs to leave words of encouragement!)
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