We are all butterflies

So beautiful, so fragile.

Found this lovely butterfly on the side of the trail as I walked to class yesterday. I don’t know what kind it is, but it’s really quite pretty, don’t you think?

Not to get all morbid, but this photo, even in its amateurish beauty, is about death. This butterfly was struggling, and probably at the end of its short life cycle. And that bright green plant? That’s wild hemlock, which grows in abundance all over the creek area near SSU.

But just because something is associated with death doesn’t mean it can’t also be beautiful. Death is a natural part of life, although it’s one we tend to want to avoid thinking about for as long as possible.

A dear friend of mine is marrying into a four generation household, with the oldest member being 85, and the youngest being 3. It’s a beautiful chaos of a home, and I envy her in some ways. The 85 year old is her soon-to-be father-in-law, and he’s in poor health. While it’s sad that he is declining, it’s truly beautiful that he has the love and support of so many in this time of his life. Watching them care for him — the intimate touches and conversations, the insistence of including him in all family activities, and the thoughtful considerations made on his behalf — are a form of beauty unmatched in art.


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