Many of my posts from January through June had elements of revelation to me. I'd be thinking certain thoughts and a cardinal or two would fly by right then, which felt like confirmation. I'd have a thought and just the perfect song would come on. I'd have a thought and would be blessed with more than the average amount of great blue herons within my viewing range -the bird that has come to symbolize Morgan's presence to me.
These kinds of signs and revelations kept me positive for a long time, and I'm very thankful for them. Only the butterflies have shown up from the end of June until now, mostly the blue species that let me hold it a couple weeks ago. I was seeing so many of those that I finally began to dismiss them.
On today's walk, the Little Cove Transformer walk, I was finishing out the JP Episode 3 of the Exodus Roundtable podcast, but only half listening. I really had my eyes peeled, and was praying to finally see a GBH. It was cloudy, not hot yet, and I just had hope. I wanted it to make me feel positive again. It didn't happen. I did see a few of the blue butterflies when a revelation finally occurred again.
Butterflies represent transition into new life right? I've seen dozens of these over the past couple weeks, and yesterday’s sadness was about Mo, but also the accumulating number of young people dying early. These young people have not died; they have transitioned into new life!
The podcast had ended and I was listening to Pandora- the Queen station. (By the way, I pay the $5/Month to be ad free. Totally worth it.)
As I had my revelation, the song, “More Than A “Feeling” by Boston came on, and I felt the chorus telling me the truth of that. Life is way more than what I’m feeling at any given moment. I've heard this song hundreds of times, but today it spoke to me.
I know some people probably think it's weird I'm always looking for signs or deeper meanings, and I suppose it is, but it always helps.
This is my last post for the next seven days. I'm going to take a break while I'm in Ohio this time. I will miss you, and I hope you'll all return when I get back.
He remembered that they were but flesh, a wind that passes and comes not again.
Psalm 78:39 ESV
Gotta love a good Boston song. I’m feeling the days are long at this point. I hope you enjoy your time away. Mo knows how much you loved her. That will never end. 🙏🏻❤️
You will be missed, but I am so happy you are taking a break and I pray that you have a safe and fruitful trip. Even if you don’t feel like making a column, you can check in with us here in the comments if you want to say a quick hello. Hope the weather there is cooler than here in the South!
P.S. My mom died five years ago, and I still look for signs.