Small bits and pieces from my January journal--
Yes, we got like 4 inches of snow yesterday and this picture should appear to be a mismatch for a February day.
Sometimes things are not quite what they seem. By that, I mean the obvious. Butterflies often represent an opening, a new beginning, something different than what perhaps preceded it. Often, it will represent a rebirth. Sometimes with religious significance but other times a person can take ahold of their life and find who they are - and perhaps have been all along but didn't realize it. With that realization can come change. The butterfly was once a goofy caterpillar. But that was then and this is now. Even as a caterpillar no one knew it. At some point, deep down inside, one can realize that they were always going to be a butterfly in spite of what anyone thought or said.
Michael Allyn Wells - notes & musings