Death of a Butterfly

It's the "geezers day" today at New Leaf Market, my neighborhood store where they "offer an abundance of organic and local produce, natural groceries, organic wine and beer, supplements, vitamins and body care products." We, senior citizens, get a discount. So, I always go on Tuesdays to do some pick-up shopping.

Got on my bike right after work and with absolutely perfect weather I launched myself into the air, barely touching the asphalt (so I thought), feeling like flying, just like a butterfly. Smile on my face, deep breath in my lungs, happy thoughts on my mind.

Got my stuff (lettuce, a piece of organic soap, and some dinner from their hot bar), collected happily my discount and was on my way back. Oh, yes, I saw an old friend whom I had not seen at least 14, maybe 15 years. It was really nice to see her with some ancient feelings reviving there for a moment. She looked really fine. We both seemed a bit perturbed and sort of shaky in our knees by the suddenness of it all and pretended that all was well and acted really cool.

Anyway. So I got back on my bike, rode across the parking lot to the intersection, pressed the button and waited for my sign to go (I usually ride back on the sidewalk, not generally my preferred way, but really practical in this situation).

And, as I was waiting there I noticed a smallish black butterfly approach the same intersection just a few feet away from me going in the same direction. Nice. Alas, it did not read the "don't walk" sign and went merrily on to cross. I looked left and right and noticed with relief that there was not much traffic, thus making the tiny creature's crossing a real possibility.

But then, as it flutteringly and lazily crossed the median, suddenly a car came by from the right. The car was low enough to just sort of blow the little guy (maybe it was a girl, I don't know) a bit up in the air, giving him a little lift and a pause, I guess. Maybe the little fellow took another breath and said, okay, I can be on my way now.

Finally a truck got him. It flicked him up high in the air, high, high, high up in the air it flew. I though perhaps it was okay. My heart fluttered in anticipation to see the little creature continue on its way. But, it didn't. It spiraled down, down it went all the way to the hot asphalt where car after car sort of pushed him over, thrashed him left and right. My heart was starting to tremble in pain for that useless loss of innocence. I know, I know, I am projecting here, but what can I do, that's how I felt.

A few moments later it was my turn to cross. I rode over the median and saw the little creature a few yards to my left, on the asphalt, his wings up in the air, in the hot sun. His body, though, had no way to make use for those black wings with slivers of iridescent green any longer.

I continued riding my bike home slowly, subdued, thinking about life and its ways with us all. You never, ever know or understand all its mysteries. The best we can do is take every chance we get to be kind to all others and to ourselves, give away our gifts, and make best of what we got, which is not negligible if we only look around the corner and take a notice.

I am happy that you could read this.

abandonment

I am still very much distressed by the shooting in the PA gym (see the post on CNN's web site). How horrible it is for the lives to be lost so senselessly.

What got my attention, though, was the following graph in the quoted article:

"In the note found at the scene in Sodini's gym bag, he complains he had never spent a weekend with a woman, never vacationed with a woman and never lived with a woman, and that he had had limited sexual experiences, Moffatt said."

Later in the article it said how Sodini felt abandoned by the world. What a horrible state of mind that was. How was it possible that no one noticed it? And if someone did, how is it possible that no one helped out? He was apparently a church-goer yet nothing came from that direction for him either, evidently.

As a result of a man feeling so rejected and abandoned, so many other lives were so adversely affected. While nothing can remove the responsibility for this terrible act of violence from him and him alone, I can understand how easy it is for a person in this culture to feel rejected and abandoned. Luckily not everyone who feels that way resolves it the way this sorry man did.

I do feel for the families and friends of those who so tragically lost their lives in this, yet another, act of senseless violence. My heart goes to you and would have gone to Sordini had I known him before he ended it all so tragically.

Breastfeeding

It is time for my monthly musing, so here it goes.

We are so screwed up where I live. I do not remember when the last time was that I saw a woman breastfeed a baby if ever in the USA. In many other parts of the world, women breastfeed where ever they may be when the baby is hungry. There is not much more in life that is human than the act of breastfeeding a baby. Yet, somehow some consider that a case of indecent exposure, some feel uncomfortable.

What's the matter with us? Why do we get so perturbed at a sight of human female breast in public doing the natural thing? I don't get it. It boggles my mind actually. I feel sad thinking about it.

Most of all I feel sad for all the babies who do not get the benefits of breastfeeding -- the most natural and healthy food they will ever have is denied to them in their first encounter with the world.