Ashley’s The Butterfly is one of those rare pieces that doesn’t just speak it listens. It holds space for grief in its rawest form, without rushing it, without trying to tidy it up. Her words tremble with honesty, and in that trembling, they offer comfort. The image of her mum as a butterfly isn’t just poetic it’s a lifeline, a way to stay connected when everything else feels broken. There’s something so deeply human in the way she describes searching for signs, for softness, for breath. And when the butterfly appears erratic, insistent it’s as if the universe whispered back: “She’s still with you.” Ashley doesn’t pretend to have answers. She simply walks through the fog with grace, and in doing so, she helps others feel less alone in theirs.
You know what, I sat down outside for a few minutes today and was immediately captivated by a butterfly! Something about it did make me smile too. There is something to this for sure.
Ashley’s The Butterfly is one of those rare pieces that doesn’t just speak it listens. It holds space for grief in its rawest form, without rushing it, without trying to tidy it up. Her words tremble with honesty, and in that trembling, they offer comfort. The image of her mum as a butterfly isn’t just poetic it’s a lifeline, a way to stay connected when everything else feels broken. There’s something so deeply human in the way she describes searching for signs, for softness, for breath. And when the butterfly appears erratic, insistent it’s as if the universe whispered back: “She’s still with you.” Ashley doesn’t pretend to have answers. She simply walks through the fog with grace, and in doing so, she helps others feel less alone in theirs.
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Beautiful words Ash.
You know what, I sat down outside for a few minutes today and was immediately captivated by a butterfly! Something about it did make me smile too. There is something to this for sure.