I just read Lynndee’s post about butterflies. In my experiences of life, where there have been butterflies there have always been rainbows and dreams lurking as well. Being of the Scot-Irish descent that I am, where there’s a rainbow, there’s a pot of gold lying at the end of it. But pot of gold may just be in the metaphorical sense, for the gold it may contain might just be answered dreams that will enrichen one’s life.
And so it is, just as Lynndee, I too am counting down the days on the fingers of one hand until I meet someone for the very first time. I can hardly wait, though I do have butterflies of my own. But I truly believe in the luck of the Irish and feel that when I reach the end of this journey and discover the end of the rainbow, the pot of gold that I find will contain the answers to all my dreams. And who knows? Instead of finding a leprechaun guarding that pot o’ gold, there might instead be an Anghel waiting there for me, ready to share the wealth of dreams and happiness………(“,)
