I once read that butterflies represent the spirits of the departed. The appearance of a butterfly in a dream is supposed to mean that we are being protected and guided. I’ve found comfort in this thought, since both of my parents are deceased and I still miss them terribly.
I’ve gotten better at going on with my life. I’m learning to look past the sadness and find some bright side. It’s good that I’m sad, because it means I had two parents who loved me so well. It’s good that I was loved so well, because it makes me strong enough to keep going.
“Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength. Loving someone deeply gives you courage.”
- Lao Tzu
As a child, I loved sending and receiving mail just because it was fun. It was more fun as an adult because it’s nice to receive something that isn’t a bill.
I don’t write as regularly as I used to, partly because the instant gratification of email is hard to resist and partly because I sometimes forget to see the joy and excitement of my own life because I’m “too busy” - whatever that means.
Every once in awhile, however, I’ll come across some stationery and think, “I’m going to surprise someone with a letter.”
Today, that’s Rachel: one of my oldest and dearest friends, and the person everyone should rush to interview when I’m famous. She knows all of my secrets.
(A fair reminder to her, however, that I also know all of hers! ♡)