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I wish I were a butterfly .. I really love these little creatures flying all those people who always bring good humor, the wonder of children and adults envy!

I would just be a butterfly, yeah .. Light can fly .. although this should be relieving them of all the weights I'm wearing, but only for one day I would like to try ... find a new dimension in which what is granted is only to dream, fluttering here and there and then in repose on the most fragrant flower, open my wings and feel the wind blow, stretch my lantern to look for a ray of sunshine ...

E 'special because an animal not live to eat and grow old, but only lives to love ...

its transformation from being a caterpillar to a butterfly larva and finally, in some ways reflects the spiritual transformation of each of us, the butterfly begins its life crawling and only then, turning, bringing learning to fly on its wings the colors of the rainbow.

For some years now so I just started my "new" life ... crawling and becoming a brute of infinite pain related to the loss of Elijah, weighed down so much that remained to be ghost for a long time and if still not been able to fully open my wings and to acquire the necessary lightness to take flight, do I feel inside of me I can do and become a butterfly because I know how I changed my baby, it really is re-born in the spirit and approach to life and so now I try to fly in spirit and soul ... although I'll never stop dreaming ... in memory of my little one!

" The butterfly counts not months but moments ago ... that your life dance on the edges of Time like dew on the tip of a leaf!" Tagore

.. for this I feel a little 'butterfly ...

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Period stall for me, away from the keyboard of my computer, away from the blog! There are many things I wanted to write, but when I got here, I have not had the desire to organize my ideas and I gave up! Maybe because lately things have happened that I was disappointed, saddened and when something does not suit me down, I'm there to grogiolarmi nell'incazzatura, in my broth to a boil waiting to seize the right moment to try to fix things.

But let's stick a bit 'all the pieces and get back in shape ... began this spring and I have to be in shape! :-)

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I created this blog with the intention of being able to find other moms in the virtual world with which to share thoughts, sorrows, moments, feelings that go beyond everyday life guided by in some way on our experience of mothers 'special'!

I spent many months, I would say years, without any feedback (and thank goodness!) And I "used" my space to myself, to give vent to what I had inside me and, in my moments of sadness, moments of my memories ... In short it was a bit 'my therapy in being able to externalize the feelings that I still brought in, tied to the loss of Elijah!

Then, slowly came the first messages, have begun the first contacts and I found out how what I wrote in these pages is shared, created, tested from other moms like me and what is good and enriches this sharing, what helps me to face myself and how to help me remove My pulse, as I raise the idea of \u200b\u200bnot being afraid to remember!

I felt a bit 'as our hands that move, open, close, squeeze, caress, protect ... I tried to give all this (and I do not know if I could), but certainly I have received.

So I have enriched the area of \u200b\u200bthe link "Web Parents" by placing two new associations:

Little Angels of my wonderful friend Federica,

parallel dimension, a site created by Nancy, in the name of his angel Aeneas.

So, if you ever happen again that some other mother might stumble on this page, to free choice, where it wants to jump, reach out where considered more appropriate and more suitable for herself, and space to enable it to interact with who and what they think best ... because at that time so we only need to be heard and to find someone who understands our hearts and if we have more opportunities to do so, we feel sciura more pampered and understood!

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I read this sentence and I do mine, because I really think so .. like a good dreamer:

.... Sometimes a winner is just a dreamer who never gave up ....