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An Enchanted Moment
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An Enchanted Moment A break from the constant influx of frightening, heart-rending, sadness that is the world today. On the weekends when I write, I have a luxury that is not normally afforded me, to let my thoughts freely flow and create a small torrent of words that I will eventually restructure into some kind of coherent thought. But I also have another luxury that is afforded me, being able to sit and watch the butterflies that come to the yard to feed from the different nectar bearing flowers I plant for them, through the window I sit by when I write. Such wondrous creatures they are. Growing from the most innocuous of creatures into flying flowers, the likes of which we plant specific plants for their dining pleasure, just to enjoy the sight of them. But as you can see these two luxuries are often at odds with one another. These butterflies are making it hard for me to write. I am easily distracted by nature, I enjoy letting its peace wash over me. I look at these butterflies and realize just how tenacious these tiny bits of shiny paper are, what an amazing miracle their existence is. How relatively short, yet beautifully uncomplicated their lives are. How much, in many senses, I actually envy them the relative peace they enjoy. Other than a primitive drive to avoid predators, they know no fear. They float on the barest of breezes from one flower to the next, feeding, basking in the sun. No fear of rejection, war, murder most foul. They wander, they feed, they procreate and they die. Do they fear death? I couldn't possibly know. But I am willing to bet that they don't waste one moment worrying about it. I have found dying butterflies before. They are exhausted, weak, their magnificent wings battered and torn, and they happily will climb up on your fingertip if they have the strength, to have their wings turned towards the sun, to bask in the warmth of it and give up their life peacefully. If that isn't skidding into home plate, then I don't know what is. Other than angry wing fluttering over the territory of a particular flower or girl, they don't experience war as we do either. There is no collective of badassed butterflies who want to control all the nectar in the garden. The loser in a butterfly brawl flutters off to another flower or another girl, whichever the case may be. Higher thought may not be all it is cracked up to be. Maybe it is more a curse than a blessing. A day with none of the world's heavier worries would be a blessing right now.. That said, I will share a moment of my enchantment with you.     "Shall I tell you the secret of the true scholar? It is this: every man I meet is my master in some point, and in that I learn of him." ~Ralph Waldo Emerson   |
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It would seem you managed to write quite a wonderful piece here, despite being distracted. Sports, on HNW She Did It Busted My Cherry Suits, on HNW [post 3312759] My Private Blog - Tell Me ALL Your Secrets
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i am filled with such a depth of sadness that this was exactly what i needed to read. thank you so much for the magic. You cannot conceive the many without the one.
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Love it when you share the moments you've captured...To be at peace...With yourself and the World...Is a goal to share with others...I try to find some every day...Good eye darlin'...Thanks for sharing...   
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Love is like a butterfly lyrics by Dolly Parton Love is like a butterfly As soft and gentle as a sigh The multicolored moods of love are like its satin wings Love makes your heart feel strange inside It flutters like soft wings in flight Love is like a butterfly, a rare and gentle thing I feel it when you're with me It happens when you kiss me That rare and gentle feeling that I feel inside Your touch is soft and gentle Your kiss is warm and tender Whenever I am with you I think of butterflies Love is like a butterfly The multicolored moods of love are like its satin wings Love makes your heart feel strange inside It flutters like soft wings in flight Love is like a butterfly, a rare and gentle thing Your laughter brings me sunshine Everyday is spring time And I am only happy when you are by my side How precious is this love we share How very precious, sweet and rare Together we belong like daffodils and butterflies Love is like a butterfly As soft and gentle as a sigh The multicolored moods of love are like its satin wings Love makes your heart feel strange inside It flutters like soft wings in flight Love is like a butterfly, a rare and gentle thing Love is like a butterfly, a rare and gentle thing 
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Butterflies are proof that there is magic in the world. Thoughts from the Garden...
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The butterflies have all left this part of the country...heading south to warmer weather! We do get a few monarchs but not many!
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