Five Minute Friday, (even though I'm writing on a Sunday) where a beautiful crowd, led by Lisa Jo Baker, write with a prompt, no editing, self doubt or jitters. We link up. We visit each other. We see the power of words. This week: True True stories are never simple. Real life is complicated. True love isn't what it seems. Thinking on what is true means weeding through countless lies. Truth gets all tangled in shadow, intentions, and agendas. It's a hunt. Being true isn't just about saying what is, it's about love. Truth without love isn't truth at all. I forget this. I forget this when I open my mouth and the harsh words fly out. I forget this when I silently grumble about all the people around me are lacking. I forget this when I'm so focused on me and how I was wronged. Those words and those thought might be based on what's happened, on reality around me, but truth is more that what is. I said to my youngest son the other day "it do