There's something pushing me as far as I can go

[sovay]

It is my brother's birthday. The monarch butterfly which my mother discovered as an egg on a milkweed leaf last week and tenderly brought inside to be sheltered from hungry birds and fed on fresh-picked milkweed eclosed and flew free this afternoon, she hopes to join its kindred in migration; she showed me pictures of the transparent empty chrysalis, the wings like black and gold stained glass. My physical situation which had been cautiously mending has rather abruptly cratered. And Toni Morrison died. I go back and forth between feeling philosophical about the constant changing of the universe and thinking that a small amount of stability really wouldn't hurt anyone.

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[sovay]

I'm sorry your physical situation isn't doing better.

Thank you. I had started to feel something like myself and then wham; now I feel like me under the wheels of a train.

it actually played with me outside my house--landing on my hand, flying nearby, perching on my hand again--for about half an hour until it finally flew away.

That's wonderful!