A Little Lift

I am pretty sure it happens to all of us at some point or another during a day:

the drop.

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 

Some wings

a bit of breeze

and with those things,

a takeoff

.

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

in minutes

hours

or days

unrushed

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

HERE

.

xoxox,

Sunny