I found some inspiration. At least I think I did. This afternoon, I spied a butterfly outside my office building, on the ground. I gently moved it out of the path of cars that park in the lot. I watched it for a while, wings mostly black with stunning orange arcs on each side. Brighter than a ripe pumpkin. Speckles of white also dotted the feathers.
It let me stroke and feel its wings. The antennae would move, but its body would fall to the side. Each time I placed my finger gently along one wing to help 'right' it, it would lean over again. My only hope was that it wasn't suffering. Several minutes later, it was gone, no longer moving.
It let me stroke and feel its wings. The antennae would move, but its body would fall to the side. Each time I placed my finger gently along one wing to help 'right' it, it would lean over again. My only hope was that it wasn't suffering. Several minutes later, it was gone, no longer moving.
I decided to honor it by taking it home as a sign and muse. It was some cosmic message from the universe that it was meant to be with me. It was meant for me to walk out that door, at that very moment, to come upon it. Mother Nature knew I would hold it most sacred. Indeed, it's a treasured gift.

