Dance
I took notice of them this time, last year.
I would see them each day on my walking trail twirly, whirly, doing their thing.
I dubbed them ‘yellows’ because it seemed so right.
My yellow butterflies.
Last year though, they would lead.
I’d walk, they’d flutter and fly about, stop to rest until I caught up, then repeat.
It was our carefree, happy, over and over again waltz.
The yellows & I.
Until, one day, they were gone.
Just. Like. That.
I’m in the habit of googling the whys of things, especially when the ‘thing’ is so obviously wanting to be acknowledged but, for some reason, I didn’t.
I just tucked those yellows into a pleasant part of my brain and moved on.
hmmmm
& suddenly, it’s this year.
& this year, my fabulous yellow buddies are absolutely everywhere !!
So much so that I giggle each time I see them.
It’s as if I missed their message the first time around and they are determined to make me understand
but, instead of flying in front of me, leading me as they did before, those tiny messengers have crossed directly, right smack dab in front of me more times than I can count.
It’s wonderfully amazing and to the point of ‘ok ! ok ! I get it !! I’ll Google !!’
& so, I googled
& here are the lovely words that jumped out to be read and reread …
“Butterflies appear to dance as they flitter among the flowers. They remind us not to take things so seriously within our lives. They awaken a sense of lightness and joy. They remind us to get up and move, for if you do not move, you cannot dance.”
For if you do not move, you cannot dance.
! ! ! ! !
I LOVE IT
but more importantly, now, I get it.
Thanks for your extreme patience with my knuckle headed, stubborn self, sweet Yellows
& yes, I agree.
It is time to dance.
🙂
