Darkness is the uncertain place we all go before light seeps in and before butterflies can fly.
I surrender and accept darkness as my friend. Only then could I find the light to guide me. Clarity rose up from the canyons. I see your life, not mine. Your sadness has risen up. But like the cloud-shadows that pass over your hands and over all of you, something is happening within you. Do not shut out life’s miseries. You do not know what these conditions are doing inside you. We are in this together. My heart travels to a place of love, where butterflies don’t fly, for now.
No Butterflies was created while I was caring for a loved one battling alcoholism.