Butterfly Riff #2:
Six jointed legs, fine as an eyelash, taste with their feet, prick the skin of the wrist, hunting sweetness.
You forget how old your open hand looks, how lined with stories, can only marvel that you’ve been sampled, tattooed by wonder.
And so you welcome the sting of Beauty: wild, arresting. Evanescent.
I will show them my wonders . . . (Micah 7:15)
For more on this subject, click Exposed to Truth, Its Beautiful Sting
Beautiful Laurie,
Truly, my heart thrills again at the sound of God’s voice thru yours! Thank you, friend for being responsive to God’s call on your life and writing here and there and so many other places…sometimes hidden, sometimes exposed and always a delight.
Reading of your butterfly encounter reminded me of a similar gift Falynne and I had received just before her wedding. Sitting on an old log above Cedar Falls, we plopped our feet into the sunlit water, marveling at the wonder of genetics that made our feet almost identical. Suddenly, pale lavender butterfly’s floated around us. A few ventured onto our skin and chose to stay awhile. We snapped a few photos with my phone camera, they seemed to pose for us, backlit by golden sunlight. As they flew away they left a shimmering, pale lavender dust on my skin. Falynne sang me song about butterfly’s and then kindly said ‘Mama, you know butterfly’s only land on good people.’ A moment I will cherish forever and am so thankful to re-live now.
Kathi
Kathi, thank you for taking time to read the post, and to respond, too. What a picture your story paints! A cherished moment, shared. I am so glad to know of it. Thank you, friend.