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RevGal Friday 5: Life is a Verb

Digh, Patti. Life is a Verb: 37 Days to Wake Up, Be Mindful,and Live Intentionally.
Guilford, CT: Skirt!, 2008.

Jennifer recommended this book, which I got because I always value Jennifer's reading suggestions. The author of Life is a Verb, Patti Digh worked her book around these topics concerning life as a verb:
Say yes.
Be generous.
Speak up.
Love more.
Trust yourself.
Slow down.

As I read and pondered about living more intentionally, I also have wondered what this Friday Five should be. This book has been the jumping off point for this Friday.
1. What awakens you to the present moment?
getting drenched in the rain--it never fails to wake me up and pay attention
2. What are 5 things you see out your window right now?
1. tree, 2. hula hoop, 3. basketball, 4. flowers, 5. grass
3. Which verbs describe your experience of God?
inspire, free, scare, love, accept, forgive, dance, sing
4. From the book on p. 197:Who were you when you were 13? Where did that kid go?
it's difficult to remember who she was, let's see, that's 7th grade...i was an intense and rebellious child, constantly writing poetry, i always had a notebook and pen, head over heals for a red-haired boy who wanted nothing to do with me, i really liked his friend but Zach was the most popular boy in school and by far the cutest as well. however, he "dated" my best friend, so i opted to like his best friend. i guess that means i was totally insecure as well. all i ever thought about was writing and getting out of Americus, KS. i dreamt of a fantastical future in which i was a successful writer living in NYC. where is she now? i'm not entirely sure, i still dream of becoming a successful writer and living in NYC. i hope that i am a little less insecure. she's still here but she's chilled out a bit. she's given up on being a poet but not a writer.
5. From the book on p. 88:If your work were the answer to a question, what would the question be? what is my purpose here? to love...that's what ministry is for me, loving God's people.
Bonus idea for you here or on your own--from the book on p. 149:"Go outside. Walk slowly forward. Open your hand and let something fall into it from the sky. It might be an idea, it might be an object. Name it. Set it aside. Walk forward. Open your hand and let something fall into it from the sky. Name it. Set it aside. Repeat. . . ." i look forward to completing this bonus on my own. thanks so much for a wonderful Friday 5!

Comments

mompriest said…
given up on being a poet - whoa.....no way! your poetry is fabulous and even if it only gets published on a blog or two...it is still very much appreciated....

now, I could totally see you in NYC. Why, I'd even come visit.
Sue said…
Me too! Me too! I'd definitely come to visit.

Great play!

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