I was working in the garden today when a fluttering nearby caught my eye. A beautiful moth the size of my palm flapped and stumbled across the blades of grass. Curious, I moved closer. The moth moved more frantically, but didn't fly away. After watching for a bit I was convinced it was injured and unable to fly. Worried for its safety, I moved it to the patio placing it in a potted plant. I finished the task I had been working on and hurried back to the patio to see what could be done for the moth only to discover it was gone, apparently of its own free will.
I thought about that moth long after it was gone. It's been a while since something so simple has made me stop and take stock this way. I let my imagination take flight with that moth, wondering, daydreaming, and remembering what it is like to be curious.
That lovely winged creature left me feeling gratitude to a degree I haven't experienced in a while. Gratitude for the most simple of things. In the end they are the things that matter the most.
Creatures who ask nothing of me