Saturday, August 15, 2009

Happiness is a Butterfly

"The pen is the tongue of the mind." --Cervantes

Dear Everyone,

This write finds me in Menemsha. I am on vacation cruising ports from Connecticut to Nantucket. Yesterday I was in Newport, RI. Thoughts of Ed filled my brain, I wondered how was he doing, if he remembered me. I began to feel guilty that I was here and he wasn't, things like that. A monarch butterfly fluttered past my window. It slowed before my eyes and seemed to freeze in place. Then, it softly fluttered from my view. I can't help believing that it was Ed stopping by to say hello and reassure me he's thinking of me, too. Just thought I'd share.

Mourning Joy:

Why was the baby ant confused?

Because all his uncles were ants.

After we remember Him, do what I do. Set the clock timer for ten minutes, open what I lovingly refer to as a JOY-nal, and write something.

Go ahead. I dare you.

Have a joy-filled day, everyone, and just remember, we're not alone.


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