Some of the most beautiful experiences in our life are intense yet fleeting and seem to fly away almost as soon as they have landed. Today’s poem is about appreciating passing beauty for what it is, just as we do when we catch a glimpse of a butterfly. In fact butterflies are a big sign of synchronicity in my life at the moment. When ever I see a peacock butterfly in particular, I know I’m on the right path! What are the signs being sent your way?
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8 thoughts on “Love is like a Butterfly”
There’s not much synchronicity going around in my neck of the woods these days, and I really miss it!
Beautiful poem! I’ve seen blue butterflies but never heard them called “peacocks.” Hey, what about those peacock leggings? Still waiting on that photo… 🙂
There’s not much synchronicity going around in my neck of the woods these days, and I really miss it!
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Have your read “Signs” by Laura Lynne Jackson? It is very sad in places but a great read!
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No, but I think I want to!
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Reblogged this on John Cowgill's Literature Site.
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Thanks John 🙂
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You are welcome.
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Beautiful poem! I’ve seen blue butterflies but never heard them called “peacocks.” Hey, what about those peacock leggings? Still waiting on that photo… 🙂
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Peacock butterflies aren’t blue actually but they are rather lovely and the leggings will make an appearance soon I promise! Xx
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