(Submitted by Lindy)
All of us remember those childhood summer days spent watching butterflies.
In my case it was a monarch landing on my fishing pole when I was 13 after my father died. Fluttering its wings, it remained there until I caught a fish. It was almost like it knew the pole should be calm, and then the fish would bite.
I have learned in life that sometimes we all need to just calm ourselves, and then we see things more clearly.
My second defining moment with butterflies was looking at their wings through a telescope. Butterfly wings are actually a weaving so intricate and precise that it rivals any art made by humans.