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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
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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! ♡)
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The Moon (and Jupiter)
One of the last things I did on one of my last visits home was to look at the sky.
I could hear the sound of the wind splitting apart as cars rushed through on the not-too-distant Genesee Avenue. I could hear the cars themselves: dulled rumblings and revving of engines and perhaps the motion of tires on streets that were a medium shade of charcoal. Closer to me, the leaves whispered as the night wind moved gently among them.
I closed my eyes.
I could still hear everything, but time slipped away. I was five and holding onto the waist of my best friend’s older brother as we formed a human chain that roller skated down the slope of our cul-de-sac. I was eight and slipping between fences and shrubbery while somebody else pressed his or her face against the rough wood of a telephone and counted to 20 before shouting, “Ready or not, here I come!” I was 11 and feeding the neighborhood strays, 15 and wandering up the drive after a track meet and completely unaware that my sister had eaten the chips I was looking forward to (she also left a note that ended, “…because I know you’re watching your weight! Hee hee hee!”), 17 and equally unaware that my dad was waiting to yell at me for sneaking out on a date after I’d lied and said I was going to work.
Time still stops for me whenever I focus on the night sky. No matter where I am or what time of year, I can look and feel like I haven’t traveled so far physically or emotionally. I can sense a consistency in the universe, and my heart feels at ease. I can - and do - believe that somehow, things will be alright, as they have always been.
*Big thanks to my friend Kevin for letting me know the bright spot on the right is probably Jupiter.
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