A week or so ago I was trompling through the forest with trusty T-Dog.
Not feeling great about things.
Too far into my head.
Ignoring everything around me.
Staring at the ground.
Then I felt a fluttering. 🦋 Felt it more than I saw it. Soft air very close to my face.
It drew my eyes upward, as if my head was being given a gentle tug on a thread.
The monarch was oh so near. It settled on a branch. And waited. Patiently. While I brought out my phone. To take a photo. And then moved closer to it. To take more photos. It waited. Patiently.🦋
I ascribed all sorts of portent to it. To me, it was Mom saying 'Everything's all right. I'm gone but I'm not. You can still find me when you need me."
Melodramatic, fersure.
Yet I took the photos.🦋 Posted one to Instagram and thought to myself "That was nice. I needed that."
I figured that was the end of it.

I was a stress-ball as we walked back to the car from the event. Too many people. Too much uncertainty. Just too much.
But then I saw her. 🦋 As we reached the parking lot.
The monarch. Telling me it was all ok.
Honestly, I almost cried. And thought to myself "That was nice. I needed that."
If it had ended there, I probably wouldn't be writing this post. But I'm writing this post (hint hint.)

Gorgeous location. Especially as the sun broke through and lit up the yard. Smiling. Laughing. Exuberance. Youth.
And even there, I saw her. As I watched my son joking with friends.
The monarch. 🦋 Directly overhead. Soft air very close to my face.
The kids are moving forward. 🦋
🦋 Things are changing.
Which is something to treasure, not regret.
*Swiped the title from Elton John's 'Someone Saved My Life Tonight' (which I am old enough to remember)