2001-06-04 What's gotten me in this reflective mood you ask. I was watching a special on the Sundance Channel about lesbians, in their late sixties, that grew up in Sweeden. Up until 1949, homosexuality was considered a crime, and it would be punished by two years in a concentration camp. As I listened to these ladies speak of this, I was horrified. Love, pure, true love, was punished so harshly, so cruely. These women, even going through that time, still managed to be who they are. Listening to their stories, their loves, it kind of renewed my faith that everything can work out. I look at what they went through, and I realize that I have had it pretty easy. I mean, yeah, it's been hard, it's been devestatingly hard at times, but I have had it easier than some. At one point during the show, two of the women looked at each other, and when their eyes met, they both broke out into the most honest, most truthful smiles. That's what I love about love. That's what gives me the strength to smile some days. Knowing that there is someone out there, that just the sight of, just talking to can bring a smile to my face. That's what love is about. So, maybe I really do know what love is. My mom also wanted to say thank you to those that signed my guestbook about her. She felt special for a day. "They love me, they really love me." For some reason she is so sure that I write horrible things about her in here. She won't believe me when I tell her that most of it is very nice. So, anyway, thank you. <-//->
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