On Loving a Prophet

Phew. That must have taken a lot out of Jeanann.
Someone asked me the other day if Ive ever been in love. I said, I dont know.
Have I ever thought I was in love? Yes! Almost every time!
But I grow up more everyday, and push my learning curve up that steep hill, slowly but steadily.I only know, I will keep pushing.
So, what IS love?
Phew.
Love is everything. Everything is love. Love is neither created nor destroyed, it simply changes form, and meaning.
I cant do ALL the pushing in one day!

Calling Mom

oh, oh! thats something.
Its just co-incidence that Mothers Day was yesterday and this stumbled and rolled over onto my screen.
From personal experience and some impersonal experience, Always Call Mom. Maybe she wont understand, maybe she will freak out and HER coping mechanisms will swing into action and the ounce of control you still thought you had left will ‘poof!’ into thin air. But then things will settle down, because you will not be alone, and since your personality was at least remotely derived from her, either she will see or you will.
And sometimes, she will surprise you by understanding exactly how you feel, and pull out the exact antidote you can use.
Moms have hidden depths. Moms were teenagers once.
Dont wait for your smart phone to mis-dial Mom. Mom is one of the friends you should probably keep in touch with.

 

I see flames burn Auburn on the mountainside

And if the night is burning
I will cover my eyes
For if the dark returns then
My brothers will die
And as the sky’s falling down
It crashed into this lonely town
And with that shadow upon the ground
I hear my people screaming out

And I see fire
Inside the mountains
I see fire
Burning the trees
I see fire
Hollowing souls
I see fire
Blood in the breeze.
– I See Fire from The Hobbit soundtrack