In a park on an autumn day a while back I watched butterflies doing the butterfly dance through beams of filtered light among the trees and it was exquisite light dancing.

The effect of light dancing upon the wings of butterflies of ordinary beauty made them into something entirely spectacular as their colours changed in with every moment fluttering in and around each other and the leaves. It was as if the light was dancing of its own accord. Visible only as colour when the butterflies crossed its pathway, the light continued to do what light does: move in waves everywhere! A warm and happy memory of being in a place that I have known since almost my birth.

No more words do I want to add today. It is simply about being so present and aware (paying attention as my mother would say) to what is around me. I saw it and I let it touch me. I didn’t analyse how it happened that day in the park but I have enough scientific knowledge that it is explainable. I let it touch my deep quiet place and be what it was…light dancing with butterflies and this year I am painting the feeling. Nice!