my thoughts on whatever comes to me--including cravings for iyan and egusi soup--as i write.
so it is said
a green butterfly is rare--at least i was told, when i shared with a friend that lately and repeatedly, i've spotted one. in my backyard; at the swimming pool; outside my favorite coffee shop. it is all just as well, i imagine. if i had to choose a natural symbol of my current state, it would likely be that moment from pupa to butterfly: no longer the old, not fully the new. without doubt, i am being pushed out of my comfort zone. this, i think, is good.