"To make a wish come true, whisper it to a butterfly. Upon these wings it will be taken to heaven and granted, for they are the messengers of the Great Spirit."~~Native American Legend
Today, I whispered a wish to a butterfly passing through. I found him moving as if in slow motion, in the cool of early morning. With wings of stained glass in the autumn sun, he moved from branch to branch, searching for juice for his journey. So much simple joy to be found in the silence of early morning, the breeze in the pines and whispered wishes sent on stained glass wings.