The Promise of Tomorrow

by Mary Ellen Taylor

I’d developed an obsession with the sun because in the ruins of my life, its cycle reminded me that this very consistent earth would keep turning in space despite the unexplainable chaos on the surface.

The trick with grief was to outrun it. Never stop moving because it was always trailing close behind. Stop and think too long, and it would eat you right up.

“The big takeaway is that peace is a journey, not a destination, or so I was told. It’s like a butterfly that flits in and out of our lives. Some energies attract the butterfly, and others chase it away. The trick is to notice when those fluttering wings appear because the butterfly never lingers very long.”