then out again........
it's that time of my life again.
i am trying to not feel glum. or sad. or depressed about it. or angry. annoyed. or simply quiet and down. or unsure.
i'm trying to think other things about it.
i'm trying to know the good things about my mama. about who she was. what she was. how she was.
i'm trying to be her. be like her. know her. think like her.
a big butterfly just flittered in the window. around my head. slowly and deliberately. then out again.
that's what life is. isn't it. a slow float like a butterfly on the wings of the wind. sometimes we flap and propel ourselves. sometimes we let the breeze take us. sometimes it's deliberate. mostly it just happens.
tell me a sweet story about your own mama. oh, i'd love to hear that. please share.