Nothing is especially brave or exceptional about not saying those words or being passionate about them. The truth is in the action. And the things that are real can only be proven with time.
I guess I can officially call this Christmas season to a close. Relatively uneventful and much calmer (read easily) than last year or the last few years. Some traditions rise up, and some fall each year. My mom and I spoke briefly. She seemed happy and also concerned about my brother. Happy to have spoken to him, concerned by his life. I sensed something strained in her…the merry was missing. Love is a strange animal. I learned little about it from her, though. Ah, see, some traditions never change.
What did love teach you?
Love taught me how to laugh
& how to cry
Love taught me how to tell the truth
& how to lie
Love taught me how to fall
& how to fly
And love taught me you shouldn’t ask why.
Dixie's Road Trip 