Brown Butterflies...

Today started off, well, off. It's the week of the Autumnn Equinox or, on my Path, the Feast of Avalon (rather a pretty moniker); there's a newly waxing moon; and the weather without is finally cooperating with a lovely, warming sunlight streaming unencumbered on this late September Sunday. My mood, though, is not as cooperative as Nature. I woke in a "mood"--snarly, grouchy, grumpy, and depressed...not a good state to embrace this season of change.

Then, I went downstairs to the kitchen and looked outside on the lovely, dewy morning. The yard (we're staying with friends while our house sells) is anchored by a cottonwood and a crepe myrtle. On the 'slab' (deck?), there sits a grill. ON the grill was the prettiest little golden-brown butterfly I'd ever seen. Now, I have a tendence to talk to the creatures of Nature, no matter how small or seemingly insignificant, so I went outside to say "hello."

The little fellow was rather "tame" by butterfly standards. I approached it while speaking softly to it...complementing it on its velvety wings, on its diminutive legs, and on its furry little body. I reached out with one tentative finger and it climbed aboard. Thinking it desired to be moved to the flowers across the yard without expending its own energies, I carried it over and attempted to deposit it on a rather hospitable-looking flower. It would have none of the petals, but flew up and deposited itself squarely in the middle of my back and there it stayed for about two or three minutes.

I finally disengaged it from my blouse and placed it back on the lid of the grill, thanked it for the conversation and the company, and returned to the house. It stayed for a bit longer, then flitted off to the next needy human.

It's warming how a friendly little butterfly can readjust one's perspective.

In the warmth of the Moon's increase...