Dog and Butterfly...

For those who know me, it's no mystery...

Most of my innocent pleasure is found with my two girls...

Dottie and Dani...

Littermates...

A mix of Border Collie and Sheltie...

Too big for their own good, and definitely, too big to be house dogs...

And, yet, they are my house dogs.

They think they are poodles, or perhaps...Chihuahua...

I don't know.

All I really know is that, at 60 pounds each, they think they are the perfect fit for my lap.

And, I watched my girls this morning...

Dottie...

Her regal, white with black "dots", jumping in the air, chasing butterflies...

No intention to hurt the beautiful butterfly...

Just...

Interest...

In the butterfly...

About how it is that he flies and she cannot...

About the butterfly's contribution to this world...

Yes, Dottie has a curiousity...

She just wants to know about the beautiful, elusive butterfly...

And that, in this world, she cannot be elusive, although, yet, beautiful, she most definitely is...

In Dottie, this morning, I realized something that is within us all...

We mean no ill-will, and yet...

Our curiousity can cause such harm to those around us...

In wondering how it is that the beautiful enigma before us soars...

When we are yet on foot...

We can jump into the air, if only for a second...

To feel what it is that the beautiful mystery feels at it soars above...

Only to accidentally snap the beauty of what we so intently are trying to understand...

Until there is no life left...

It is dead, and we will never have opportunity to delve into a world unknown...

Ever again.

As if we were, dog and butterfly...