Flowers, Butterflies & Friendship

Untitled, an ATC-T.Allen-Mercado 10/2008


The butterfly is a flying flower,
The flower a tethered butterfly.

-Ponce Denis Écouchard Lebrun

The past few days-it may have even been a week, I've been tethered by feelings of hopelessness and unexplained sadness. You know, sometimes I feel so myself, that I forget it's the same me who lives with depression. And then it happens, it creeps up and lassos you. First, you feel a bit smothered. You wriggle about anxiously, exhaustively as it tightens its hold. You realize, resistance is of no use. Surrender to the season, and pray it'll soon pass.

It's passed! I'm up, I've cleaned, I've cooked. My eyebrows have been shaped, my hair has been lathered and loved in sweet almond oil and black tea extracts. I used the phone, I went for a ride. I cracked a smile, told a joke. I laughed out loud, I am back.

You guys, my blogging friends are greatly appreciated, your comments, your e-mails, your own happy blog posts have all been instrumental in the process. I sincerely heart all of you.

And, I guess you all are digging me too. Last week while piddling in the basement (code for the taupes), I was nominated-not once, but twice, for this illustrious award:

The Proximidade award is very roughly translated from Portuguese to mean, "This blog invests and believes in proximity." Closeness, as in the bond shared between friends. I'm honored to receive this award and pass it on to all of my readers. Perhaps there are more than eight of you, maybe less- no worries, blog love is plentiful and low in saturated fat. Special thanks to Ms. Bar B. over at a Place of Comfort and Denene of My Brown Baby for sharing this award and their friendship. Group hug.

Peace and happiness