Joining with the writing flash mob that is Five Minute Friday at the home of the lovely Lisa Jo Baker. Writing not for comments or traffic or anyone else’s agenda. But for pure love of the written word. For joy at the sound of syllables, sentences and paragraphs all strung together by the voice of the speaker.
Five minutes on RHYTHM
When we first came into being we lived so close to our mother’s heart. Our rhythm of growth and movement developing in time with the steady pulse of the beat of blood, coursing and intertwining round both our bodies.
Middle child used to carry and play bass drum in a Yorkshire Brass Band*. Charged with keeping everyone in step so they could construct their rhythms and harmonies around him he was the band's heartbeat. It was really pretty much out of the conductor’s hands once they were on the move.
And sometimes pulse is a completely noiseless; it is the lifeblood that underlies stanzas of poetry and the great symphonies of music.
Silent, constant and steady Your Holy Spirit is the foundation of our thoughts, our beings and our very lives.
*anyone who knows anything about Brass Bands will know that Yorkshire is home to some of the worlds best. Not just a mother's boast :-)