A Butterfly

I know the picture is a dragonfly but I didn't have a picture of a butterfly in my iphoto files. Today I was playing golf with some friends and a new guy I hadn't met before. He works at the real White House. I was sharing some about Marsha when out of nowhere comes a butterfly fluttering along. It was like a sign to me it was so unexpected. I know this is Myrtle Beach but this is still January and it has been very cold. What in the world is a butterfly doing flying around in January on almost the first day that it has not gone below freezing at least in the morning. I certainly know that the butterfly was not Marsha, but it was such a coincidence that it was a little weird to say the least. The heart and the mind seem to work together to pick up stuff that poke the stuff in the void. I don't mean void in the sense that nothing is there, but void in the awareness that something is missing, but not missing at the same time. The saying there is an elephant in the living room kind of fits the picture. The effect is obvious but the cause seems invisible. So much happens that I can trace to the experience of Marsha, while I know the reality of the void. I keep praying for this to happen so I keep going through the grief, but often I'm still amazed at how it happens.