Without butterflies, the world would soon have few flowers. There is enough room in the sky for all flyers.
I feel blessed to have had such a background, where animals, food raising, harvesting and canning were a natural part of life.
We were a religious, practicing, Catholic family - Mass together on Sunday, Catholic schools, and parents who practiced everything they preached. A great gift was their total absence of any derogatory talk about people of any race or culture and we were on a street of many faiths, though no other races at that early time.
How does one become a butterfly?' she asked pensively. 'You must want to fly so much that you are willing to give up being a caterpillar.' 'You mean to die?' asked Yellow, remembering the three who fell out of the sky. 'Yes and No,' he answered. 'What looks like you will die, but what's really you will still live.
How does one become a butterfly? They have to want to learn to fly so much that you are willing to give up being a caterpillar.
