Butterfly | East Wenatchee, WA | July 2019

At a recent family reunion, my attention was so focused on my brother-in-law’s delicious jambalaya that I didn’t notice a cousin taking photos of me shoveling it in. There I was — caught with my mouth full of rice and sausage, as if preparing for widespread famine. So I’m not surprised this butterfly continued slurping at a sunflower rather than flit away. I imagined it ate with eyes closed, cheeks puffed with nectar, little napkin tied around its neck. In this world of constant distraction, such pinpoint awareness is a rare gift. Not so much gluttony, really, as utmost fulfillment.

[May I have a second helping of fulfillment, please?]