Posts Tagged ‘Can anything be braver than loving and letting our true selves be loved? being true’

My son is  home from Afghanistan for precious few days of leave, hearts gathered near to love him hard before he returns. It’s sweetness so sharp it hurts deep and steps heavy on my buried landmines, the debris somehow beautiful because it’s true. There is so much pain in love and I’m thick wrapped and undone, life’s lens turned in sharp,…