After a heartbreaking week grieving for the mass graves of 215 children found in Kamloops, BC, on a walk I found great comfort in two butterflies (or moths) on the remains of a lavender! These tiny creatures with gossamer like wings let me take a video/picture. It felt like a soothing small wonder turned miracle.
Easter Sunday morning. I sit at the window and look at the lake - the trees still undressed in their summer finery. I ponder the meaning of the season. It has been a long winter, living in isolation in the midst of so much sadness and death, kind of like a mushroom cloud.