Love hard

When it hits too hard and feels too deep to rise to the surface and put into words...

I'm loving hard - My family and the extension of family that we've gained from loss and my husband, so that when one of us dies people mourn for the loss of the love that we shared. A love like Jodi and Pete's. The kind that when one leaves too early, you can only be grateful to have even had it all.

I've learned from them to be my husband's best friend and for it to be enough in a day to just come home and be... together. 

I don't care, but to just be *grounded in the *simplicity of the *beauty that surrounds me.

And gracious to the Universe for the collide into the love of the people around me.

6.8.13

Captured memories

Photo by Totah

Photo by Totah

Sponge

I'm really soaking up the sadness of the first world this week. I'm carrying the weight of people's sadness - Not for them, but trailing behind them and picking up bits and pieces of it, putting them in my pocket and letting them weigh me down.

The recent close-to-home murder of a father and husband my age with a child close to the same age as mine brought back memories of the even-closer-to-home murder of the young, beautiful school teacher on New Year's Eve. Fear of my surroundings grows stronger and stronger.

In a week I've heard the story of three children in one family suffering from a fatal genetic lung disease and witnessed the disintegration of a marriage of parents to three. I saw jobless, drug-addicted parents with the little ones in tow that they produce one after another and another and another engaged in a drug deal outside of a local grocery store and am impacted by the cancers that are sweeping the lives of those around us and further, a generation far exceeding any quality of life that continue to go on and on and on.

This morning I woke to the news of a tornado that stole many lives in Oklahoma.

My naivity to it all ceases more and more as the years go by.

21.5.13