Friday, July 8, 2011


You probably can't tell that it's actually a ring, but this butterfly fluttered right out of Nordstrom's and onto my hand last winter when Mike got it for me as a Valentine present. It seemed silly to have developed a crush on butterflies all of a sudden at age 49, but then I read that they are a symbol of transition and change. Things a person floats through continually in life but which seem especially poignant at middle age. Also lightness, celebration and soul. So if you come across a woman who seems to have had a butterfly alight on her hand, that would be me, just trying to make my way toward the sunshine and the hollyhocks.

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