Ruth

Ruth.

Not a word you hear a lot, but important.

I have and wear a little pin with the word Ruth on it.

I found said pin in a booth at a local antique fair.  It is silver and gold and quite simple.

For those who may not know, ruth is a synonym for mercy... one who is without mercy is said to be ruthless.

I often have people ask me if Ruth was my mother or my grandmother.  I am sure that was the meaning at some point and that someone loved their Ruth very much.

No, Ruth is my companion.

She adorns my favorite jacket.

When I have chance to put on my jacket, I am reminded of just how crucial mercy is in life.  Knowing that people need a bit of leeway.  A bit of kindness.

I know, too, that I need the same.

I wonder if someone else's Ruth was merciful.  I like to think that she was as I wear her throughout my day.  I wonder if she knows that she is with me.

Mercy.

Interesting how there are little reminders in life of the things that matter.

Something I remember every time I reach up and touch a tiny piece of jewelry...

A little t(ruth) in one little pin.

Love's Criteria

There has been a lot of talk these days about love.

Who has it.

Who CAN have it.

Whose is right.

Which love matters.

Should it really boil down to a set of standards?

For myself, there aren't any real parameters.

Do you live?

Do you have a heart?

Do you desire closeness?

Every love in my life shares an equal position.  Friend, lover, stranger...

It really isn't about who you are or what you believe...

It's about me.

It's about my heart, my voice, my arms outstretched...

Love.

You.

Me.

Yes.