The other day, a praying mantis landed in my hair. Google says that’s a sign of transformation and luck. But this one was white, meaning that it had recently shed its skin. It was slow and vulnerable, and it chose my head as its safe place.
GSrief and impermanence are met with deep, quiet understanding.Lilent, burning questions find peace instead of dread.
Oingering fears of the unknown are met with gentle clarity.
pen its pages, and the heaviest thoughts begin to shift:
(2 of those my brother wants to go too) there are 5 of us going and I had brought up that I will be paying for myself, my boyfriend, and my dad. I had asked if he could pay for him and my sister for those 2 days and the rest of the days (3) I will be paying for my sister.