Battle Scars

On Wednesday, my small family was given a little shock. Let's just say that there are many dangerous hobbies in this world -- surfing(hello, husband!), motorcycling, flame throwing, etc. Suffice to say, being a motorcyclist can be a very risky thing and my long-lost brother just had his wrist reconstructed with plates and pins. All things considered, he's okay and not okay all at once. Whatever he is, he's certainly very, very lucky. Here's to wishing him a healthy and speedy recovery. 

Accidents and life's trials have a way of putting things into perspective and often strike at the most inopportune times. Life is both long and short, and it's easy to take things for granted. Things like being known and being loved. Things like minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, and years on end of knowing and not knowing. Of saying and not saying. Of loving and hurting. And learning. I am learning about the learning. Right now, learning to let hurts go. Learning to really leave the past behind when you say you want to leave the past behind. And not drudging it up when it suits you. Saying and doing are two very different things. Just when you think you've left your hurts and wounds in the dear old dust, they somehow find their way back into the teensiest, hardest part of your heart. Those hurts somehow convince you that they'll protect you from everyone and everything. But they don't. These hurts do in fact hurt, but they end up hurting ourselves most of all. It's okay to care and let others know it. I don't want hurt in my heart anymore. And I don't want it to come back. So, I'm giving it the final heave-ho.

Here's to learning, loving, saying, doing, sowing seeds of love, surfing safely, and always wearing helmets. They truly save lives, as my big brother can attest. Have the safest weekend with those that you love.