how scared I am of storms?!
I freak out!
It’s not the lightning I am scared of, but the thunder.
I know, I’ve got it all backwards.
Lightning can do the damage, not thunder.
It just freaks me out!!! Maybe the loud noises.
Who knows.
And I’m along for the weekend.
Great…..
Last time I was alone a flippin’ tree fell right in front of me…
Let’s hope this storm isn’t as bad.
Fingers crossed!
You want a physicist to speak at your funeral. You want the physicist to talk to your grieving family about the conservation of energy, so they will understand that your energy has not died. You want the physicist to remind your sobbing mother about the first law of thermodynamics; that no energy gets created in the universe, and none is destroyed. You want your mother to know that all your energy, every vibration, every Btu of heat, every wave of every particle that was her beloved child remains with her in this world. You want the physicist to tell your weeping father that amid energies of the cosmos, you gave as good as you got.
And at one point you’d hope that the physicist would step down from the pulpit and walk to your brokenhearted spouse there in the pew and tell him that all the photons that ever bounced off your face, all the particles whose paths were interrupted by your smile, by the touch of your hair, hundreds of trillions of particles, have raced off like children, their ways forever changed by you. And as your widow rocks in the arms of a loving family, may the physicist let her know that all the photons that bounced from you were gathered in the particle detectors that are her eyes, that those photons created within her constellations of electromagnetically charged neurons whose energy will go on forever.
And the physicist will remind the congregation of how much of all our energy is given off as heat. There may be a few fanning themselves with their programs as he says it. And he will tell them that the warmth that flowed through you in life is still here, still part of all that we are, even as we who mourn continue the heat of our own lives.
And you’ll want the physicist to explain to those who loved you that they need not have faith; indeed, they should not have faith. Let them know that they can measure, that scientists have measured precisely the conservation of energy and found it accurate, verifiable and consistent across space and time. You can hope your family will examine the evidence and satisfy themselves that the science is sound and that they’ll be comforted to know your energy’s still around. According to the law of the conservation of energy, not a bit of you is gone; you’re just less orderly. Amen.
—
Aaron Freeman “You Want A Physicist To Speak at your Funeral”
A couple of days ago I spent the morning and afternoon window shopping. 
Planning what my one day (soon) apartment will look like.
Classic modern maybe?
I know I will have these two items…well hope. 
Don’t they go so well together? Haha.
Through the many conversations and late night soul sessions, I have found a piece of my puzzle that I never thought existed.
Seeing your fears and honest eyes has shown me that life, though hard, can be survived.
The brown of your eyes to the waves of your hair are my reminders that man can be forgiven.
The times we have spoken to the times we have stared into the vast emptiness of the world, I have learned that no more need be forgiven, for if I do, what is there left of me?
Your soul, aged within beauty has been trapped in a time that captures my mind. But most of all it captures a place.
Though we come from different lives to different worlds, there is a bond that we all want to be loved, even just for a fleeting moment.
From the first time I saw you to the last time today,
I can actually say that you have given me hope in the men of today.
And it can never be broken no matter the storm that may face us.
