I am pretty sure it happens to all of us at some point or another during a day:
The existential mini-howl.
I am also sure that there are days it would be so nice to have an IV of encouragement
or hugs or something to get up underneath our heavy carcass and pull us back to our feet.
A Little Lift
a bit of breeze
and with those things,
Did it start when someone cut you off in traffic?
Perhaps your beloved mini-shunned you or said the wrong thing?
Maybe it seems as if the fall happened for no reason, that you were simply sitting and enjoying a cup of something delicious and the chill started at your solar plexus and went north
or south as it may have done
I often marvel at how 'out of nowhere' the tiny grief comes
but even more awe-inspiring is the bounty of graces that follow on its heels
The Little Lift.
A call from a really good girlfriend overdue for some shop-talk
or just a walk
through the neighborhood to see those flowers whose blooming time has finally come
Though heavy and tired the small shift buoys the sinking thing
and sets you back in a good current
at the proper time
As lightly as a butterfly wing catching air
taking you gently back
to what nurtures you best.
This small series of butterfly pieces (two more to come next week)
can be found