One time, while walking in the grass on the side of the road on a nice, sunny afternoon, a butterfly fluttered up from the grass beside me and as I stared at it and thought only of its beauty…I subconsciously stopped and stood motionless out of respect for its grace and fragility. To my utter amazement it fluttered right up to my face and landed on the tip of my nose. We were there, two beings transfixed for at least six whole seconds. I blinked, and the butterfly leapt up and fluttered its way skyward.
I will never forget that day, or that beautiful butterfly. Sometimes, it’s in the smallest and simplest of things that we find the serene, the mystical, the divine.