We walked among the butterflies

October 3, 2013 1523

The Goat Man and I went back to Crews Lake today.  We have had a crazy adventure over the past eleven weeks.  We have learned so much about life, about us, and about people.

As we approach our move into the next step The Goat Man and I have been talking about posting a tribute to our past adventures with a photo collage.  We have pictures of things that we did not get a chance to post.

We have learned that this world is beautiful.  We have stopped and smelled the roses more than once this past summer.  We have experienced things that we would have not had the opportunity to enjoy had my God not brought us here.

I look back on this past year and I do remember all of the stress, but it has been the best year of my life.  This was the year I took back my life.  I broke from the constraints of what society expected of me and challenged what I expected of me.  I have emerged wiser, stronger, and more beautiful than before.

We have learned who is a friend and who is not.  This was the hardest lesson to learn.  The Goat Man and I were both surprised and hurt by the realization of who is a friend and how those you thought you could count on turn away.

Everything in my life now is real!  The Goat Man and I continue to make our way irritating each other, laughing with each other, loving every little piece of each other and starting our life together.  Our friends have been friends in our time of need, our family has been our family in our time of need, and our God has been with us as we have learned these lessons. 

As a younger Amy I learned that the people in this world were the real gems and understood there were more important things than money in this world.  As The Goat Boy he valued the beauty of this world in its nature, energy, and experiences with friends.  However, together we embark on the best of both of our worlds to build our future on.

Today we went back to where we spent our first homeless night together and walked among the butterflies.  They filled the field together two butterflies connected to each other.  It looked like their mating season.  Much like a love bug, the butterflies flew together with one butterfly on top and the other on the bottom.

I have watched butterflies share that special moment together and I feel as if my need for “animals” in the bedroom is a misconception.  It goes along with the saying, “eating like a bird” to imply someone who barely eats.  I have been told that birds eat three times their weight daily.  I eat like a bird!

Ironically the butterflies are more as one here in the end of this adventure than they were at the beginning.