It’s Friday, and it’s almost my birthday. So, while I could write for miles on the ache of getting older, I kept it to five minutes and something other than my age. Because that would be sad, and no one needs sad right before the weekend. Join me at Lisa-Jo’s for Five Minute Friday, won’t you?
- 1. Write for 5 minutes flat – no editing, no over thinking, no backtracking.
2. Link back here and invite others to join in.
3. Please visit the person who linked up before you & encourage them.
Today’s Prompt: Ache
The Germans have a word for it. It’s called sehnsucht. I know, it’s ridiculous. I know like ten German words, and that is one of them. CS Lewis uses it too. He calls it an ‘inconsolable longing’ for ‘we know not what’. I know this longing, this ache.
It follows me, tethered to my heart by a string. I feel it when I look at brown haired babies who love to stand ‘back to back’ with their old momma and say “Measure me, Dad”. One of those brown haired babies is taller than me now. She gave me shoes to wear because she has outgrown them. And there it is, inconsolable longing for the baby she used to be.
I know this ache every time I look out my windows and I see the mountains standing tall and proud, capped in a haze of fog or snow or cloud. I long for something when I see them. I grasp for beautiful things when I fill my home with flowers or poetry or song. I try to fill, fill, fill up on everything lovely and light because there is a longing that wants to be satisfied. But it never really is.
It is the beautiful ache and when I write I feel it grow and recede, grow and recede, as I capture and expose the things that bring the biggest ache and the greatest longing. And for a moment I know what it is I’m longing for.
Wishing you a weekend that fills up your beautiful ache.