dude

i have been taking a writing class.  so naturally my writing has reached a fever pitch of brilliance.  no wait.  that's a complete standstill.  it's not that i haven't been writing, because i have.  in a journal.  and i had a blog post all worked out about compassion and love for today.  it wasn't all gushy like it sounds.  it might have thrown you for a loop.  but after today's events in boston.  after the world lost a little man the same age as my own.  i just had to put it away.  my heart isn't in the fight today.  so instead, i wanted to share sweet pea.  

he and his friend got together over the weekend and worked on their sales strategy for paracord bracelets (which i will fully share at a later date).  i overheard this conversation:

o:  dude.  i'm a science fanatic.  and you're a math fanatic.
sp:  so, we kind of make a good team.

braniacs unite!  immediately i took to text.  his mom and i agreed (via text) that all we could ask for on this planet was a kindred to our own boy's spirit.  and they certainly found each other.  amen.

then.  we were in the car and this conversation just plain cracked my stuff up.  i talked about it all day.   

sp:  so if someone makes a bad choice, are they influenced by satin?
(i cannot make this stuff up)
me in my mind:  (yes!  you so understand me.  there is rarely a good choice influenced by satin.  or satan, for that matter.  but i digress)
me:  do you mean the shiny fabric or the man with the pitchfork?
sp:  i mean the man with the pitchfork and bullhorn.
me:  horns or a bullhorn? (at this point i cannot cut him any slack.  so to speak.  hee hee...)
long pause.  and drumroll.  wait for it.  wait for it...
sp:  where did satin come from?
me:  (seriously.)  satin or satan?  i'm pretty sure they came from the same place...

so, friends, i hope to lay it on you tomorrow.  make a stand for something that i have been struggling with for months if not years.  but if you don't hear from me, just know that my journal is getting an earful.  it'll come.  i feel my voice out there.  it's coming back.  it's just taking a lot of writing to catch up.  i find glimpses of it every day and wonder how i could have let my writing wane so much.  say your prayers tonight and love on those babies.  peace.