Grief

It’s the little things ?

I always have a butterfly come to me while at the cemetery, since the very first time. Leaving the cemetery today I stopped and looked across the street into the field. I saw a butterfly. Then I saw a few more. I looked closer and there were actually hundreds of butterflies.
A beautiful reminder to take a minute, stop, and look around. I’d hate to think of all the beauty missed, simply because I didn’t take the time to just stop and be still.

19 thoughts on “It’s the little things ?”

  1. Wow Joni, beautiful and breathtaking. Going to the cemetery is peaceful in many ways. When my dad passed away I would go to the cemetery and take my coffee and just be still. When we were in Ohio couple weeks ago after my mom passed away, I went to the cemetery three times. It gives me peace. ???

  2. Welcome back! It’s astonishing: there are thousand of white butterfly all over Italy, this summer! There are in Norway too, I heard from a friend. It’s strange, but so beautiful!

  3. How wonderful, Joni! Thank you for sharing. Taking a moment to stop, breathe and embrace the beauty of God’s creations in our present moments is so powerful. God is forever speaking…

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