Tuesday, July 10, 2012

Butterfly savior

Today was a two latte day. I sat and drank a latte and wrote and wrote and stared out at the trees, and then drank another latte. Life doesn't get much better.

I could almost forget that I was unemployed and on the run. Meh. Did you know that you can be in the middle of crisis and still be happy? Neither did I. Life is full of surprises.

But it's true, I haven't imploded yet. Zen and the art of crisis. As long as I have access to coffee and carbohydrates, I can deal with anything.


Speaking of which, I also discovered today that organic donuts tastes like driftwood. How can you ruin something that is deep-fried and rolled in sugar? You can.

Maybe it's the writing that keeps me balanced. Now that I can, I write all the time. I write all day then stay up late at night writing. How did I exist all those years when I was jacking around in management? What was I thinking? The numb years.

Danny ran into the room this evening to tell me that he had saved a butterfly and that I had to come see it now, now, now, come on Mom!

I love when my son gets excited about something. His whole body radiates joy. He's like a human Zippo lighter.

He told me the story in a rush of words. A butterfly had flown into the pool and he saw it. He used a long net to get it out.

I followed him outside, where I watched the butterfly crawl over his hand and spread out her wings to dry. I could see that the water had washed some of the dust off her wings. I wondered if she would be able to fly again. He set her down in the garden.

Thirty minutes later he came running into the room again. He had saved another butterfly. I went out again to see. This one had a torn wing. He was a monarch. Just beautiful. Except he had a chunk torn out of one wing.

But lo, he managed to fly anyway. He flew off, got perilously close to the pool again, then thought better of it and flew up high into the trees. We waved goodbye. And when we checked on the first butterfly, she was gone too. We high-fived.

My son, savior of butterflies.





27 comments:

  1. Love. Think of you every single day and love coming here to find a post like this. So happy that you have time to write because I adore reading it xx

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    1. Aw, Suz, thanks so much. Thanks for reading. I love your comments. x

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  2. You have the ability to make me FEEL.
    Don't ever stop. xx

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    1. I love that. You're good for a laugh and I'm good for a feel! x

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  3. Your optimism makes me feel that anything is possible.

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    1. Thanks Maryam. I believe anything IS possible. x

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  4. You are such a strong & courageous woman, i know you possibly believe you're just doing what any mother would do, but clearly are you different, you've said something & done something. You are an inspiration to your children, wonderful role model to other mothers & optimism will lead the way. Congratulations, you sound in a good space, progressive & progressing. Love Posie

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    1. Thanks Posie. What a beautiful comment. I imagine I won't see any of this clearly until years down the road. Right now it just feels like putting one foot in front of the other. x

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  5. You know what? you sound light of heart. It's good to hear. X

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  6. In some old cultures butterflies symbolize rebirth...

    :-)

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  7. So glad you have found the joy! Beautiful writing!
    Love it that your child values every living thing!

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    1. Thanks Karen, I love that too. He's a keeper!

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  8. Did you know that you can be in the middle of crisis and still be happy? Neither did I. Life is full of surprises.

    Yeah. It is weird innit?

    x

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  9. Glad you can find happiness in the middle of a crisis. You sound refreshed.

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  10. Give your son a big hug from me, I am a lover of butterflies since my childhood, he is their saviour on a white horse to me. So glad you are more than just coping while on this part of your journey. It doesn't surprise me given who I know you to be. Much love to all 3 of you. Keep safe and happy xxx

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    1. Consider him hugged! Life is too short to just cope, no? xo

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  11. What a tremendous job of teaching empathy and human kindness... will you adopt me too so I can learn these incredible life skills ?~! You are a Rock and I love it. Thanks for sharing this tale of survival and joy.

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    1. I think they are the ones teaching me, but I'll still adopt you. You like Legos, yes? x

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  12. Life really is about the Little Things. Sometimes, they're the ONLY things.

    Love this, Kristin.

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  13. Butterfly savior. Yup. You are raising them right!
    And to you.....Blessings. Always Blessings.

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    1. Thanks M. As I said above, they're raising me! x

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  14. Life really is about the Little Things. Sometimes, they're the ONLY things.

    Love this, Kristin.

    -Ti

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    1. Thanks Ti! Kids are smart. They are learnin' me more and more every day.

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