butterfly flutters by ... memory sentence 2.21.13

First to the dojo as usual, the quiet and absolute serenity encompassed the whole of me---mind, body, spirit.  Green comes in all shapes out there---ferns, grass, leaves of a variety of kind and trees or shrubs.  A gold and black striped butterfly flitted in and around the still foliage.  Striped like the lion fish.  Beautiful.  And I smiled to think of Miriam calling them flutterbies...