I was washing the kitchen windows this afternoon thinking about what is happening in Afgansastain with the president who has fled the country as the Taliban continues to take over.
I thought about my brother and countless others who served there and those who were wounded or didn’t return alive. I can’t even begin to imagine how those whose boots are back on US soil must feel. My heart was breaking just thinking about it and all those in Afghanistan who are so scared. With the pandemic and this, it is at times easy to lose hope.
The humidity from last week broke a few days ago. I’m glad to have the windows open again to let in the fresh air. Such simple things among the midst of so much chaos.
It was a little over two weeks ago when I opened the living patio door to go inside. As I did, a butterfly followed me in! She flew up onto the ceiling fan and crawled into one of the grooves. I didn’t know what to do to help her. I put out some mashed banana on a plate, but she never ventured out to eat any, or at least that I was aware of. I lost all hope she survived.
With the windows open today I thought it would be nice to also turn the ceiling fans on in the living room and bedroom. I’d forgotten about the butterfly. After turning the living room fan on, it was a few moments later that I saw the butterfly on the patio screen door!
I yelled to John, “It’s the butterfly! She survived!” I could hardly believe it. A little worse for wear by the hole in one of her wings, but nonetheless, she was alive.
I had to help her out a bit to get out the door, but once outside, off she flew! I can only imagine how relieved she must have felt.
And at that moment she gave me so much hope. To never give up my hope for a better world and to keep the faith.
XO
Barb
