“We are fragile creatures, and it is from this weakness, not despite it,
that we discover the possibility of true joy.”
You may remember that I once wrote a post about the life expectancy of butterflies…
and surprisingly, it is very brief.
Often times just a matter of a few short weeks.
Which is a bit hard to wrap one’s thoughts around when this yard of mine
is awash with the comings and goings of what seems to be hundreds of
butterflies in every size, shape and description.
I also know that some butterflies even migrate from life here in the south down
even further south to Mexico and as far as even South America.
I don’t know much about the life expectancies of those particular travelers
but for such a southerly jaunt, I’d imagine stamina is key.
Yet despite their brief lives, it is always sad finding one having given up
I don’t think I really need any more reminding on the fragility of
however, having spotted this dead Monarch in the grass,
that’s exactly what I got when I was out watering the plants…
It is amazing to me how I can look at a dead butterfly and feel such a sharp pang
For despite my own spate of life’s current sadness, which is currently running
amuck in this little world of mine,
seeing a butterfly lifeless, in a fading clump on the ground, sends a rush of
melancholy washing over my heart.
Life, be it a butterfly’s or our own, is oh so fragile…
And yet we rarely think of it as such.
Our own ego and bravado coupled by the current run of angst and anger…
all run counter to any notion of life being fragile…
Life which is actually something to be savored caressed and
counted as a joyous gift not merely taken for granted or even worse,
I wonder what it might take for the majority of this angry Nation of ours,
what could move the hearts and minds of those filled with such hate
what could possibly stir in the hearts of the gang members, those who
choose to relish in causing pain and suffering …
what could open the eyes of man to his fleeing fragile nature as he races
forward toward his own death and demise….
“Show me, Lord, my life’s end
and the number of my days;
let me know how fleeting my life is.