Flutterby's

Encouragement, much like a snowballs, are fashioned by hands that take random thoughts as snowflake-like ideas, and gathers them up to make something new.

   From a note here, or a whisper there, it could be as if we're painting a picture. One that we couldn't say was actual until we applied all the colors in just this way.

This is the gift others bring to our masterpiece.  They bring the moment of connection, of open sharing.  Sometimes that is knowledge.  But it appears most often it is the opportunity to examine ourselves that brings forth the breath of beauty.  Had we not discussed, then we'd not have considered...and had we not conflict, then perhaps we would not been to the place of lingering on what just happened?  Perhaps a pearl of observation would not have been uncovered.  Where do butterflies go?  We witness their passing and while present we may experience a flittering moment of gladness.  Then, we continue on our way; as do they.

Yet influencing joy....in any way we can, even when that may be about revealed contrast as suffering, or sorrow.  We have an effect on quality of life as sure as those colorful wings that carry a flutterby.