Day: February 16, 2021

Thirty-five years ago, on the day before Valentine’s Day, Butterfly Day was born. Its birth arrived, as all births do, with pain and the promise of new life, only in this case, the ‘new life’ was still in the cocoon.

Before the sun had risen this morning, I lay in bed listening to the first peeps of the day, and I felt my father’s laughter surrounding me. His laugh was like none other. There was a spontaneity and hooping quality to it, which could only come from genuine emotion. One had to know WHAT had sparked this, but he moved so fast in his mind that if one had not caught the moment, it was gone.