Love Stupid

I awoke this morning to an orange sun peeking over a misty mountain. What a view. I grabbed my phone to snap a pic and a video on it started to roll. It was my mom playing her Steinway Baby Grand Piano this past weekend. The thought that popped into my head was, I'm so stupid.

Now holster your weapon (tongue) before you start to judge. Why did I make such a self-deprecating remark? Completely warranted. Growing up I always had access to mom's melodic performances. At home, family gatherings, church. I watched her fingers glide over and gently tap those keys like they were having a conversation. She had a gift.

She tried to teach my brother and I to play, but neither picked it up like her. Her playing was truly akin to King David when he strummed his harp for King Saul and made his demons flee. Epic-ally soothing, when she played, darkness dispelled.

Fast forward now and I'd give anything to hear that playing on a regular basis, but I can't. It's similar to how some people treat love. I've done it before. Didn't respect it, walked away from it, took it for granted. Not ever again, though. I'm going to let the one crowning jewel of aging reign...wisdom.

Do I always get it right? No, even with wisdom I still mess up. In fact, what I wouldn't give to go back to a phone call in June and pick up the call and say, "Hi honey!" That was the pet name I was going to call him, but I didn't. I let fear lead and took the call another direction and here we are hashing out love gone wrong.

Should of, could of, would of. I have to hold to my beliefs that TIMING IS EVERYTHING and if I get another chance, do better next time. I hope you have courage, too. Don't serve your fears, let love lead. Tell that person what they mean to you and treat them with respect. Remember, love is a privilege. Don't be stupid like me and take it for granted. When two hearts are aligned, there's no other word for it but magic!