I read or heard somewhere that everyday we should go outside and look up into the sky for one minute, don't say a word, but simply think about how wonderful life is.
I thought that sounded like a good idea.
I went outside.
I got distracted by this beautiful butterfly.
I was DEFINITELY NOT looking up into the sky.
I think the butterfly was drinking water from the mulch.
It fanned its wings in a rhythmic pattern.
Open. Close. Open. Close.
The flowers had been freshly watered.
The butterfly wouldn't tell me why it preferred to sit on the mulch as opposed to the flowers.
That did seem a bit strange to me.
I didn't say a word though.
There is beauty all around.
Miracles happen constantly.