Listen

She lay back and listened to the sounds around her. The whir of the fans, the sound of water turning on and off, the footsteps up and down the hall, voices from a television set and from her family.

It was a quiet day, a slow day, a day to just sit and listen to life around you.

She let out a sigh and smiled as she closed her eyes.

Love…?

What is love? Oh baby, don’t hurt me. Don’t hurt me, no more. -Haddaway

All my life I’ve had problems with one word: love.

It’s not something I’ve understood, not really, for all that I can write about it to a certain extent. In a way, it’s not love itself that I’ve had problems with, but rather the way I have seen it used. In the movies, on television, in books and even in real life.

It often left me asking, what is love? What is love?

Is it something you hold?

Is it something you see?

Is it something that you show?

How?

It’s something that is intangible and yet something that is spoken of often. It’s something that I have tried to study off and on throughout my life, hoping to come to an understanding of what, exactly, it is.

There are so many different sayings about love throughout many different cultures.

If you love it, set it free. If it loves you, it will come back.

If you love someone, you possess them and let them possess you.

Love is something seen and shown, but not something you can hold.

All’s fair in love and war.

Misery loves company.

Not for love or money.

There are too many to really write them all down, at least in the time I have before I have to go and check the dough again.

In the end I’ve found a few things that tell me what love is.

Love is when you’ve upset someone, fairly or unfairly, but the moment you need help they’re still there to help you.

Love is when a little child will fall asleep in your arms, trusting you to not drop them.

Love is when a mother or father will work endless hours in order to put food on the table and clothes on their children’s backs.

Love is when you are injured terribly, but you still run as fast as you can to get help for someone who you can’t carry with you.

Love is when a random stranger steps out and helps you when you’re falling apart.

Love is being forgiven even when you don’t deserve it.

Love is taking in a family member or a friend that needs a place to sleep, for however long, even when you’re so angry with them you can barely speak with them.

Love is continuing to try to make a relationship workout, no matter what is owed, because the relationship is more important than the money. (Does not have to be a romantic relationship.)

Love is your cat cuddling up to lick away your tears after they’ve come back from the vet with staples in their side because you were trying to cut the clumps out of their fur.

Love is someone knowing that you’ve had a hard time lately and just walking up to you and giving you a hug without saying anything because they know that you just need to hold on to someone for a bit.

Love is coming across mountains and valleys to visit your sister-in-law in the hospital even though you’ve never really gotten along.

Love is continuing to be someone’s friend even when they aren’t being a friend back.

Love is continuing to write to someone every month for years, even when they don’t write back.

Love is closing the door, covering the windows and trying to play very quietly because someone’s head hurts so badly they can’t even think.

Love is the Pure Light of Christ, which never wavers and shows itself in every little moment of the day, both through nature, animals and other people.

I am not a passionate woman in anything but my writing. I’m not good with words unless I’m writing them down and I often don’t understand something, some feeling. But I know for a fact that love is real, that it isn’t something that grasps and demands. It is something that is still and active, loud and quiet, simple and complicated.

It is something that just is.


Written for Suzie81’s weekly challenge: http://suzie81speaks.com/2014/05/04/weekly-word-challenge-love/

Peaceful Contemplation – Day Five

Sitting here I fold my arms rev’rently.
Thinking of what I have learned quietly.
Knowing that my savior looks down lovingly.
He cares for me and all of my family, together we
Know that it is for us He will think.
It was us He continually thought of
When bowed with trials he said “I pray for thee.”
 
Forever will I hold Him in my heart rev’rently
Because I know that he will hold me quietly
And brush my tears away softly.
Of peace and joy and forgiveness will He sing.
“Not just my father sent me, but our
Father who sent this melody.”
 
Together now let us feel rev’rently
And know that He loves us quietly.
As a family we will love Him humbly
For we will not live just now.
There is a future for we
Know that eternal life is something for which we pray.
 
His hands forever will let
Us hold in His own; “Thy
Joy in my words are holy.”
He will say as He wraps around us His Spirit.
For eternity our family will dwell,
Together with Him in
A world that brings peace to our hearts.
Not just tomorrow and yesterday, but today.

From the following song:

Reverently, Quietly 
by Clara W. McMaster
Rev’rently, quietly, lovingly we think of thee;
Rev’rently, quietly, softly sing our melody.
Rev’rently, quietly, humbly now we pray,
Let thy Holy Spirit dwell in our hearts today.

Written for today’s prompt for NaPoWriMo (http://www.napowrimo.net/2014/04/day-five/) and because I’m listening to General Conference today and tomorrow. I felt that I should use a song from the Primary Children’s Songbook (https://www.lds.org/music/library/childrens-songbook?lang=eng).

Quiet? I Think Not

Furies ain’t got nothin,’

All around me, sound invades.

Loud and raucous, this isn’t my day.

Lolly-gagging at the end of the line,

I‘m hoping to miss the inevitable gathering of the pack.

Now I must temporarily depart from my writing.

Getting the gathered children to quieten for only a moment, please?

Dinner anyone?

Silence is missed most dearly at this point.

Now I miss it, though it was a good companion this morning.

One glance out the window takes me back to this time last week

When the snow, gently falling, was the only sound I could hear.


Written for last Friday’s FreeWriteFriday and partially because my house is a temporary madhouse, despite all our best efforts.

http://kellieelmore.com/2014/01/10/fwf-free-write-friday-quote-prompt-4/

“We started dying before the snow, and like the snow, we continued to fall.” — Louise Erdrich, Tracks

Snowstorm Peace

Gently flowing down,

Fluffy and soft and moving from slow to fast.

Tree limbs are lined,

But instead of skeletal looking,

They are blurred along the edges softly.

But underneath the gentle facade

Icy sheets await.

Death has never looked so quiet and peaceful.