What a hateful week it has been! At times I felt buried under a tonnage of stress: taking care of my mum; giving her shots twice a day (yuck!); witnessing her pain and despondency; dealing with my own health concerns; coping with my fears of the future, of failure, and of impotence; and, sadly, having to observe emotional callousness, too close to home and out in the world.
She Was Here
That is my little sister sitting on our mum’s lap. Isn’t she just darling?!
She died when she was just 17 months old. Today, July 22, would have been her 49th birthday.
I want to give you the 411 on good love, whether it be friendly, familial, or romantic:
Love does NOT toss you away like a used Kleenex or a paper Dixie cup. EVER.
Are You Hiding and Hoping?!
“We all live in hiding. In one way or another, each of us conceals pieces of ourselves from the rest of the world. Some people hide because their lives depend on it, others because they don’t like being seen. And then there are the special cases, the ones who hide because… because… because they just want someone to care enough to look for them.” ~ U.S. Marshal Mary Shannon, “In Plain Sight, Season 1, Pilot”
Love Is Magic #4
Rumi loves, love too!
This forever-ness of bleak, bitter coldness has bitten not only my ears, fingers and toes but also chilled me to the core and numbed my heart. And I am left feeling, well, nothing, but C-O-L-D.
So, today, I will leave you with one of the most beautiful love poems ever. It was written by Rumi, who was a 13th century poet, jurist, Islāmic scholar, theologian, and Sufi mystic. (Whew, busy, busy, busy man. However, did he find time to dream, dreams of love?!)
Love Is Magic #3
Mommy, I love you!
I believe in love at first sight, because I’ve been loving my mom since I opened my eyes. ~alssyamarieg [tumblr]
I wrote this poem to honor the woman who I admire most and who has been my rock in this turbulence we call life.