Life Lessons from A Winged Visitor
"Something in the sunlight caught my eye. A moving something. A small moving something. Could it really be? A butterfly had landed on the floormat inside the house. Beating its wings ever so slowly, trying to catch its breath. I crept closer, just wanting to capture its beauty in my hands. To just admire its simplicity and intricate design. She sensed my presence, and we locked energies. Slowly, slowly, I inhaled and she beat up, I exhaled, she beat down. me: Inhaling, exhaling her:beating up, beating down...She had a story, I could tell." In this article an ordinary day turns magical when a young woman leans in to listen to a butterfly.
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