What is stronger, love or hate?
I have to say they are equal. When I first saw the question, I thought love
was stronger. But the question kept
bouncing around in my head. Hate destroys
a soul. Love heals a soul. Really, they do an equal amount of work, just
different outcomes.
I wrote this
post days ago when I prepped for a huge weekend with family in Wolf Point and
for the week after when I knew my nephew would be in town. I also knew I would be exhausted after that,
so here I sit with the last one I wrote.
I simply wrote those six sentences.
Now I look at them and think how simple.
Can't I write more on the matter?
Hundreds of books are written about love and hate. I don't need to expound on what has come
before me. At least not today, but maybe
another day. However, I will tell you
about my evening last night.
After fifteen long
years, I reconnected with a dear friend.
Reconnected isn't the correct word.
I will always be connected with Tara.
Really, we simply caught up on all that has happened in the past years
of raising our kids and living our lives.
We have missed so much in each other's journey, but, yet, we
haven't. Sure, our life took us on separate
paths in different countries. We have
had ups and downs, wins and loses. The
details are different. What remains is
what we started as. Strong women. Sure we have grown, changed. Yet, under the gray hair, wrinkles, and
aching joints, Tara and I are still dear friends. We still choose love and no matter the
trials, our souls will heal. And even if
we don't see each other for the next fifteen years, I know we will always be
connected.
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