Yogurt with bananas and honey for breakfast
Commiserate over Studly Doright’s lack of sleep
Law and Order mini-marathon
Organize Studly’s pharmaceuticals
Remember that I forgot to get dressed, apply immediate remedy in the form of denim capris and white T-shirt
Scowl at reflection in mirror
Smile at reflection in mirror
Locate favorite flip flops and place them on feet
Compile a list of items to buy at CVS
Locate purse and phone
Remember that I didn’t write a blog post for today
Take a few minutes to write something to assuage my conscience
Frown at the results
Find a picture to distract from the lackluster post
Realize that wasn’t the one you wanted
Stick with that one
I collect butterflies,
But mine are never displayed
Pinned under clear glass
Mine aren’t arrayed in cases
No, mine flit about
Pausing to sip at petals
Invertebrates have no idea just how fortune smiled upon their meager lives
by denying them the gift of a spine. No backbone means no bulging discs, or
shooting pains from hip to shin. On most days I’m proud to count thirty-three
vertebrae from stem to stern, to be among the higher order of God’s creative will,
but today I’d gladly trade places with a spineless critter, preferably a
butterfly instead of a spider or mollusk. Certainly not a sponge.
Yellow winged fairy
perched gently on buttercups
Loveliness knows not
the emotions it evokes
like butterfly wings.
We watched a swallowtail yesterday evening. It was engaged in a frolic we could not understand, flirting with drops of water remaining after a thunderstorm.
The darned thing was lovely in every sense of the word–brilliantly yellow, graced with wispy wings edged in black, graceful in flight–yet completely oblivious to our admiration, and unaware of its own beauty.
Don’t forget, we are all beautiful. You are beautiful.