On a bland and barren slab of clay
something delicate and fine —
did it touch my path by accident
or was it by design?
A lot of things take on deeper meaning these days, dear reader. I am given much to think about. My grandchildren spent the night with me this past weekend; my fifteen-year-old granddaughter is now a vegetarian because of her convictions. I am trying to reduce plastic in my life. My own aging body tells me daily nothing is forever. A lone butterfly seems to block my way in angry silence. Just my imagination, right?
Oddments 
September 25, 2019 at 12:01 pm
Oh, I went through the vegetarian era myself with my grandkids. There was a lot of one way conversation extolling the virtues of veggies and the atrocity of eating meat, but I still enjoyed my burger after they left. Good thing too, because they’re back to being eating meat. š We won’t talk about aging bodies, but I think that butterfly was just stopping to bring a little beauty of your day. š
September 25, 2019 at 12:04 pm
It’s interesting to watch our grandchildren’s reactions to their worlds. When I can understand what they’re talking about, I learn a lot from them!
September 25, 2019 at 12:19 pm
š Yes, sometimes, I have to request they go back to the beginning and talk to me in simpler terms, especially when it comes to their technology. Think – conversation for dummies. š
September 25, 2019 at 1:32 pm
Don’t I know! Part of my education over the weekend had to do with something called TikTok. I fell off my chair laughing. They were pulling up music I hadn’t heard since my mother ironed in the kitchen!
September 28, 2019 at 8:32 am
Yes, your imagination. It’s in faith that you would tread gently and pass on a part of its story.
September 28, 2019 at 10:22 am
Faith. What a rare word these days. Thanks for reminding me of it.