Happiness is a butterfly
As you know, we visited the Butterfly House in a large park in Stockholm last week.
The humid air was twinkling with bite-sized dancing blue waves that turned out to be butterflies in action. They never stopped to rest – or so it seemed – and I spent the best part of an hour, running around after these twinkling creatures trying to capture them with my camera.
Without much success.
Other butterflies waited patiently for me to snap them as they sat on ruby hibiscuses. But those blue butterflies remained elusive.
The lizards taunted me with their tongues and the parrots laughed at my efforts!
I hid behind bushes, lurked behind the foliage… waiting for one of those blue butterflies to open its wings.
In my mad desire to photograph them, I missed the delicate red jewels on their wings; the long elegant stripes on their bodies.
Just as I gave up the chase, this butterfly helped me slow down and see its beauty. As a farewell gift, it opened its wings just a tantalizing fraction to show me the blue within.
It came when I wasn’t looking for it anymore.
Just like happiness – or hope – can do.
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