Losing yourself.

Today a surprise text came with this image. Another detailed and talented drawing by my brother, Cory.

I saw the text pop up and I had to wait till later in the day to read the text and look at the pictures. I knew it would be loving, and heartfelt and deep - like the surprise texts from this angel always are. I went through my normal day...a long work day, texts from others, and many thoughts of where I am and where I am going.

Around the yard the past few weeks there have been 3 white butterflies. They fly somewhat in a pattern, like synchronized swimming. They dance among the blueberry bushes, they flutter along the grass, and they sit on the flowers and what seems to be humming to one another.  Since my mother passed on, my brother and I always say when a butterfly arrives, its our mother. These three dancing butterflys, I call Ama, continue to come by continue to show up, continue to dance. Continue to teach me.

Am I listening? Am I losing myself? 

Then today...the text came and a detailed drawing of this butterfly...drawn in 2000, hits just at the right time - just at the right time.

When we lose ourselves, sometimes we are already found.

Remember. You matter. Be brave, be bold, be loud.
xo Pennie