I love the butterfly imagery here: every morning we burst anew from the cocoon of our prior day’s understanding, into a gloriously technicolored new world of endless possibilities. Like the butterfly, we’re allowed to flit from one thing to another to find what we want to finally alight on for awhile.  We can fly as high as we want and we can dare to fly into the sprinklers as well.  My daily search is for the sweetest nectar to be found. I find it everywhere, with everyone.