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 read about the monarch and thought, hmm, I read that story - and you wrote it!

I thought of it, too, but I wasn't sure it counted if I did the writing! (I don't think the monarch was Toni Morrison.)

sovay, I hope the physical situation improves. (And also I may be in your general neighborhood in September.)

Please look me up if so! And thank you.