Today while I worked, a butterfly came right into the middle of my sorting and tossing old wood. I had to stop, I say she, call it spirit, had the right of way, I paused. Then the butterfly attached to my pant leg, I just stood there thinking, ok, I love you, but can I touch you?
Believe me, I had enough time to take off my gloves, reach down with my finger, and pull the butterfly right up to my eyes, and was allowed to see that the wings are not the same on the inside as out.
Spirit butterfly looking me square in the eyes didn't want to leave, even when I blew her wings, then softly floated.