Every blade in the field, every leaf in the forest,
lays down its life in its season, as beautifully as it was taken up.
— Henry David Thoreau
Early this morning I visited Stroud Preserve, a frequent place to visit and immerse in nature, and a respite of mine for many years. Zach liked it there too. I captured this photo of a lone Monarch butterfly, its wing a bit tattered, but still keepin’ on. The butterfly as you may know has some very powerful symbolism to life, and death. I thought of how Zach managed for many years with a tattered wing, but kept on, until he no longer could. Or rather, the addiction left him unable to fly any longer. The Thoreau quote is from the guest book of Zach’s memorial service. I wept when I read it today. Hugs and love to all of those who walk this path.