Did that white butterfly make a sound or is it my imagination? It did not sound like one would imagine a butterfly sounds. It was a clack in two or three quick beats not a delicate fluid melodic sound. It happened lightening fast right in front of me in harmony with the natural surrounding. Life like chirping birds broadcast their news of the moment as the rustling trees sway mightily in a meloncholy way that remind me of gentle ocean waves. The bouncing butterfly flutters and bounces toward the sprawling marigolds near the stirring dog, Jax who stretches and scratches his back across a peice of carpet. Meanwhile the wind chime chimes gently. 
The daily meditation reading reminds me to orbit around the sun in simple peace, keeping my head and heart and eye on the super natural Holy Spirit, on things above and in all that transcend the limitations of the world.
With faith, courage and confidence in the power of prayer and hope in the Grace and glory of God, the creator, author and finisher of life and all things we are not aware of, I go. 🦋
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