Sunday, MaryBeth, Auggie, and I headed to the McGovern
Centennial Gardens and after a few short stops ended up on a log bench in the beautiful
Family Gardens. Surrounded by the rich
smell of herbs, and flowers of all colors I was transfixed by two Monarch
butterflies playing chase. Every autumn,
the monarch butterflies east of the Rockies migrate from as far north as Canada
to Mexico. Memory is not their guide — no one butterfly makes the round trip —
but each year they somehow find their way.
The sun felt good, as I thought, like the Monarch butterfly, somehow I’d
found my way through the last couple of months of hardships at work, and with
my spreading cancer. My internal smile
grew as I thought about how my prayers are like the wings of the Monarch
butterfly, somehow releasing me each day from life pain, and allowing me to
be. May your prayers be on the wings of
a butterfly…
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