[stylist] Sharinhg one of the Conversations from the Teacher series

[Barbara Hammel]

I absolutely love this little piece!
The memory it brought to me is a very recent one.  We were going for a walk 
through the woods by our house, pushing the twins in their strollers and at 
two different times a butterfly landed on Paul's knee.  He made no response 
to them and then they flew away.

For anyone who may wonder how we accomplish the feat of two strollers when I 
cannot see at all, we put bells on the lead stroller so I can follow.  It 
works pretty well but I'm still a bad driver and have to be watched at 
dangerous spots.  I always have a cane with me but I can't use it and push. 
The nice thing is, we can take the bells off and put them on whichever 
stroller we wish so I don't always have to push the heavy one or get to push 
the light one.
Barbara




Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance. -- Carl Sandburg
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From: KajunCutie926 at aol.com
Sent: Friday, June 01, 2012 6:27 AM
To: stylist at nfbnet.org
Subject: [stylist] Sharinhg one of the Conversations from the Teacher series

I have decided to use two sections when compiling the  Teacher series,
Lessons and Conversation.  This is an example of what might  be found in the
Conversations section, inspired by my granddaughter.  It is  also attached. 
I
am slowly catching up to email as it has been an  unexpectedly hectic few
days here but I am now reading all Stylist mail,  finally.

Innocence and Butterflies


He watches the child from a safe distance, not wishing to disturb or
intrude upon the moment. A butterfly has captured her attention, mesmerizing
her, making her oblivious to all but the flutter of wing, the dance of color
across a flawless sky.

He sketches to memory the innocence, the wistful joy, and intrigued
imagination etched on the child's face, sparkling within her eyes. If only
innocence could last forever, he muses.

'Sir, why did the Creator make butterflies?' the girl's softly asked
question breaks the silence.

The man thinks for a moment, watching the winged beauty, before he speaks.
'The butterfly is like a flying gardener, little one, for it helps to bring
us  flowers and fruit. If we watch them carefully they can tell us how
healthy  nature is. And I think they remind us that what may seem fragile 
and
easily  broken often has an inner strength we sometimes overlook.'

As if on cue the butterfly flits away onto a new journey and the girl's
eyes shadow slightly but then she smiles. 'I suppose you're right but I 
think
it's more than that.'

'And just what do you think it might be?' he asks.

'I think the Creator just wants us to see that even an ugly old caterpillar
can fool you!' The girl grins and skips away in search of another
adventure.

The man is left in stunned silence and swears he hears the Creator chuckle,
'Indeed!'







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