07/19/2025
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Words from Butterflies for Mid-July, a poem:
While tomorrow contains many unknowns,
the rhythm of your flight is still emerging.
Each moment you are alive
(wings fully open or not)
is a steady act of participation
in this terrain called life.
And when peace feels far away
(especially when the wind
keeps changing like this),
may you remember:
you do not have to make perfect sense
of everything
before you know
you are worthy of gentleness
and the sunlight
that still dances on the leaves, somehow,
in the middle of everything.
For when you consider the lack of answers
you have carried both morning and night,
to be able to breathe at all out here
is its own kind of flight.
So much remains uncertain,
and yet, even at the most tender edge of that reality,
just by being here at all,
you are doing open-sky courageous things that matter.
Yes, even now.
Even here:
through inhales and exhales, trembling,
a living rhythm emerges,
one moment at a time.
Smallness does not equal insignificance.
To carry onward right here is no small thing.
Even a single wingbeat shifts the air.
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Butterflies Featured:
Black Swallowtail (Papilio polyxenes)
Eastern Tiger Swallowtail (Papilio glaucus)
Painted Lady (Vanessa cardui)
Red Admiral (Vanessa atalanta)
Common Buckeye (Junonia coenia)
Cabbage White (Pieris rapae)
Monarch (Danaus plexippus)
Cloudless Sulphur (Phoebis sennae)
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