Impossible Prison

Did y'all know that I lead a writing group? Did I not tell you? And I use the word "lead" loosely. Truly. I show up every week and ask a few questions, maintain order amongst the ADD individuals who throw things at each other, pass out the PlayDoh and laugh myself silly, along with everyone else in the group.

Actually, my friend Heather runs the group. She just doesn't know it. Shh! Don't tell. I'm happy to let her be the grown up for as long as she will.

This semester our group is going through the book To Be Told, by Dan Allender. I squishy heart this book something fierce. It's all about your story - yours, mine - and how it's been written so far, as well as the future telling of it. We asked the question last week in class, "Looking down the road to the end of your life, what will people say about you? What do you want them to say? What does your life look like at the end and what do you want it to look like?" It's a great way to prompt conversation.

This week we celebrated birthdays in our group. The question was also asked last week, "How do you celebrate the end of a story? How do you celebrate anything?" Lo and behold, three people had birthdays back-to-back! So we decided to celebrate!

Why do I tell you all this? One of our members brought the coolest cake! The one shown above? See the book?

And the words Impossible Prison? Inside joke.

My life right now has me running ragged, asking all kinds of why questions, begging for sleep, researching things I really didn't want to research. In the middle of it all, I'm grateful for my writing friends and the laughter that happens on Thursday nights. A little touch of sanity goes a long way.

And if you're in the Tulsa area, I highly recommend Simply Sweet cakes by Carlene if you're celebrating. Not only was the cake adorable, it was moist and delicious. I'm not a cake person, see. Me and cake, we don't get along so well. But this one was wonderful. You can find Carlene on FaceCrack, or leave me a comment asking for her email or phone number. Yum!

Until I write again ...

Flea