“How does one become butterfly?’ Pooh asked pensively.
‘You must want to fly so much that you are willing to give up being a caterpillar,’ Piglet replied.
‘You mean to die?’ asked Pooh.
‘Yes and no,’ he answered. ‘What looks like you will die, but what’s really you will live on.”
― A.A. Milne
The older I get,
the faster I drive.
Too often
in the wrong direction.
Wife just came in
pained by a toothache.
I feel so much better
since our trip.
Daughter and grandsons
and museums.
The best part was
when she called me
Mom.
The best part,
this is just me,
was learning
we can still fly.