Jessicarrot

I think I should explain the poem “I” that I posted because it turns out it was a really bad coupling with the news of my niece’s death. I didn’t plan it that way and I wasn’t in a dark mood when I wrote it. BJay has been talking about how Satan’s greatest tool against us is to convince us he doesn’t exist. Of all the lies, that is the most damaging. How can you protect yourself if you don’t even believe your enemy is real? If he isn’t real than the lies and temptations he feeds us daily are part of US, and we believe we are the evil ones. That can lead to all kinds of self-doubt and hopelessness. BJay gave a really good talk on the subject I wish I had a copy of, but a lot of it was off the cuff. So, in case you were wondering, that is what that was all about.

I’ve been observing grief and I think the mind is very powerful. People walking around in a daze, staring off somewhere, their minds flashing, searching, grasping at pleasant and unpleasant memories. Its like our minds have to catalogue everything at once to determine what our memory will be of this person. Some little (or big) part of our soul that is lost. The spectrum of emotions from joy to profound sorrow are there in people’s faces, but the mind has taken hold. Protecting, I think.

** A friend emailed this morning and this was part of my response