An Irish blessing
I am not of Irish or Scottish decent. And yes, I know the two are vastly different. However, as Americans I think we often clump them in together and I find both cultures to be strangely fascinating.
I have two dear friends who are 100% Irish though and we had several conversations about the role of blessings and “toasts” in that culture. I eventually bought a small book with Irish blessings. I am particularly fond of this one as Georgia summers are full of butterflies.
May the wings of the butterfly kiss the sun.
And find your shoulder to light on.
To bring you luck, happiness and riches.
Today, tomorrow and beyond.
Today I wish everyone who reads this luck, happiness and, of course, riches of great size. And although it is rainy in most of the Southeast and the weather is turning cooler all over, it is nice to see the beauty of a simple creature.
Story behind the photo:
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I have often heard that if a human touches a butterfly the oil in our skin will do something to their wings rendering them useless. The butterfly would then sit and ultimately die.
I saw this butterfly back in the summer and I remember thinking, “what a tortured life.” The caterpillar is born. It spends copious amounts of time in a cacoon. It emerges a butterfly only to have someone try and pet it thereby killing it.
I just chose to shoot a picture.
