Mrs. Haymore gave me a department store cloisonne butterfly pin when I graduated high school in the spring of 1984. One of the wings is chipped now but I still have it. Something about that butterfly reminded me that I was free to move on out into life not yet an adult but no longer a child. In Native American tradition the butterfly can represent the mind and the ability to transform and change. I guess I (and Mrs. Haymore) intuitively understood this. Many transformations later, I am on the move again. Have I (or any of us, for that matter)ever stopped? Nope.
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