Message in a Medley

I think of grief as a caterpillar… it has a lot of legs, yet is slow. However, if it can find its way, then there is the hope of becoming a butterfly someday.

Gratitude creates a flutter, and before long you will find lift. For a loss to leave such a space, then surely we are grateful they were ever there at all… albeit how brief.

I lose track of all the words - so sometimes, I just make music…

And I am indeed, grateful.