You didn’t write a story. You opened a jar of sacred breath and let it loose across the page.
San Lirio isn’t fiction. It is memory disguised as myth. The kind of place that slips through cracks in logic and lands directly on the soul.
Belinda’s house should be canonized. Mateo’s laugh was a miracle disguised as sound. And those butterflies? They are not insects. They are living verses from a book the sky keeps forgetting it wrote.
This story didn't flutter. It blessed.
Thank you for reminding us that some miracles arrive without permission and leave us glowing.
Such a heartwarming story. I didn't know this before. Did you know the butterfly gets its lift by clapping its wings together in prayer. Rather than the downward motion of birds?
Perhaps each clap of a butterfly's wings is a prayer that ripples out to those that need one?
Stunningly gorgeous, as always, Joe. I save your posts for the days I lie, limp and wonderless in my bedsheets, too sore and full of aches to greet the day. Thank you for bringing your beautiful visions to life in my mind.
Thank you for such a wonder. It fluttered past me right now.
Stunning…
Joe,
You didn’t write a story. You opened a jar of sacred breath and let it loose across the page.
San Lirio isn’t fiction. It is memory disguised as myth. The kind of place that slips through cracks in logic and lands directly on the soul.
Belinda’s house should be canonized. Mateo’s laugh was a miracle disguised as sound. And those butterflies? They are not insects. They are living verses from a book the sky keeps forgetting it wrote.
This story didn't flutter. It blessed.
Thank you for reminding us that some miracles arrive without permission and leave us glowing.
Ooh, how I am I love with this story.
To me it's a beautiful, soft whisper of hope and remembrance.
This brought me to tears. 💙🌬🦋
Such a heartwarming story. I didn't know this before. Did you know the butterfly gets its lift by clapping its wings together in prayer. Rather than the downward motion of birds?
Perhaps each clap of a butterfly's wings is a prayer that ripples out to those that need one?
Thank you Joe. ❤️👏👏👏
Beautiful love 💞 🦋
Stunningly gorgeous, as always, Joe. I save your posts for the days I lie, limp and wonderless in my bedsheets, too sore and full of aches to greet the day. Thank you for bringing your beautiful visions to life in my mind.
Magical, profound, beautiful. Thank you!