Saturday, August 15, 2009
Happiness is a Butterfly
"The pen is the tongue of the mind." --Cervantes
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.
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.