Sunday, September 11, 2011

Butterfly day


I share this birthday with D. H. Lawrence.

Like his poem, "Butterfly," I am full of questions about what understanding I could be receiving from this moment, and what course I should be steering into the future. From noticing something as small as a butterfly moving through the garden to remembering something as big as the fall of the twin towers ten years ago, I wonder what patterns are forming as each second ticks by, and what strong winds are shaping the course.

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