It’s the little things πŸ¦‹

It’s the little things πŸ¦‹

I always have a butterfly come to me while at the cemetery, since the very first time. Leaving the cemetery today I stopped and looked across the street into the field. I saw a butterfly. Then I saw a few more. I looked closer and there were actually hundreds of butterflies.

A beautiful reminder to take a minute, stop, and look around. I’d hate to think of all the beauty missed, simply because I didn’t take the time to just stop and be still.

19 responses to “It’s the little things πŸ¦‹”

  1. Welcome back! It’s astonishing: there are thousand of white butterfly all over Italy, this summer! There are in Norway too, I heard from a friend. It’s strange, but so beautiful!

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  2. Wow Joni, beautiful and breathtaking. Going to the cemetery is peaceful in many ways. When my dad passed away I would go to the cemetery and take my coffee and just be still. When we were in Ohio couple weeks ago after my mom passed away, I went to the cemetery three times. It gives me peace. πŸ™πŸΌπŸ’•

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