Can you see the two birds? They are high up in the cloud. They are called Kites. I love watching them fly more than any other bird. You can just get lost in them if you let yourself.
Here is one. So high up.
The sky was exceptionally beautiful. I love the contrast between the white and the dark. I love the shades of white, the shades of black, and how they all flow together, intermingle so effortlessly. I love how the sun shoots out rainbow colors through all of it.
I LOVE when I stop to look at one things and discover something else far more exquisite. The tiniest of butterflies. Probably the size of a dime. She would have gone unnoticed by the rest of the world. So small. But some of the most precious things some in the smallest of size.
I saw a girl who stopped to talk to my husband about a track event they had both been in. And that unleashed my sadness. Sometimes the sadness just creeps up on me and it takes such a small thing to bring it to the surface. I became so sad that I could not run. I felt sad that no one was running in my name. You know all of those runners who run in so and so’s name. You know all of those groups created to support someone. Prayer groups, running groups, warrior groups. I became incredibly sad that no one thought I was worthy of any of those. I felt forgotten. Then I thought of all of the kids graduations lately and how their parents are so excited for their GPAS and their college scholarships. Just the things people find are so important. My daughter’s GPA doesn’t matter anymore. Her grades, her scholarship, everything parents boast about. Doesn’t matter. I just want her to be well. I want the fight that she and I are going through with our health to matter. I cried to my husband on our walk. But walks cannot end on a bad note. So we had to keep on going. And talk about other things. When I saw my magnolia blooming and my owl calling I knew we could go home.