Late Migrations: A Natural History of Love and Loss by Margaret Renkl

"Sometimes, when I haven't slept well or the news of the world, already bad, suddenly becomes much worse, the weight of belonging here is a heaviness I can't shake. But then I think of the glister of a particular morning in springtime. I think of standing in the sunshine and watering the butterfly garden...and I say to myself, Be an egg. Be a mockingbird. Be a weed."