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Jun. 28th, 2006 12:33 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
violachicSometimes the weirdest things happen.
At the church to which our new house is attached (its a parsonage, remember), there is a co-operative daycare or preschool or something. They tend to bring the kids out on the front lawn a lot. Which happens to basically be under my bedroom window. Being that my bedroom is where I spend a lot of my time these days, I hear them quite a bit. Today they are there having their lunch.
Just a few minutes ago, I was busy leaving a comment for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sabotabby about the one-act play I Never Saw Another Butterfly. It is based on a book of the same name, which is full of drawings and poems done by children who were interred in the Terezin concentration camp during the Holocaust. I had also mentioned that my mother put it on several years ago with her middle-schoolers. It had a profound effect on all who were involved in it, and the entire audience- including me- cried their eyes out throughout the entire play.
But then, almost exactly as I was pressing the "post comment" button, I heard a child- I couldn't tell if it was a girl-child or a boy-child- cry out "Look, a butterfly!" The sheer delight that so often is only in a child's voice was so apparent, and this child abandoned his or her lunch to chase after the butterfly, laughing the entire way. A teacher, trying to corral the child back to his or her lunch, also laughed, and agreed it was a beautiful butterfly.
That is one of those moments that its difficult to tell if the irony is too morbid and sad, or if the coincidence is beautiful in a way you rarely see. Right now, I'm going towards the latter. I was already a little teary after looking up the info and leaving it for her, but after that, I'm a puddle.
For the last year or so, I've often found it hard to find G-d. But I think, in that moment, G-d found me. Granted, She broke down my inhibitions by the noon church bells playing For The Beauty Of The Earth not minutes before this was all set in motion.
I wish I had an appropriate icon for this. But maybe a content and contemplative Eeyore is the most appropriate.
At the church to which our new house is attached (its a parsonage, remember), there is a co-operative daycare or preschool or something. They tend to bring the kids out on the front lawn a lot. Which happens to basically be under my bedroom window. Being that my bedroom is where I spend a lot of my time these days, I hear them quite a bit. Today they are there having their lunch.
Just a few minutes ago, I was busy leaving a comment for
sabotabby about the one-act play I Never Saw Another Butterfly. It is based on a book of the same name, which is full of drawings and poems done by children who were interred in the Terezin concentration camp during the Holocaust. I had also mentioned that my mother put it on several years ago with her middle-schoolers. It had a profound effect on all who were involved in it, and the entire audience- including me- cried their eyes out throughout the entire play.But then, almost exactly as I was pressing the "post comment" button, I heard a child- I couldn't tell if it was a girl-child or a boy-child- cry out "Look, a butterfly!" The sheer delight that so often is only in a child's voice was so apparent, and this child abandoned his or her lunch to chase after the butterfly, laughing the entire way. A teacher, trying to corral the child back to his or her lunch, also laughed, and agreed it was a beautiful butterfly.
That is one of those moments that its difficult to tell if the irony is too morbid and sad, or if the coincidence is beautiful in a way you rarely see. Right now, I'm going towards the latter. I was already a little teary after looking up the info and leaving it for her, but after that, I'm a puddle.
For the last year or so, I've often found it hard to find G-d. But I think, in that moment, G-d found me. Granted, She broke down my inhibitions by the noon church bells playing For The Beauty Of The Earth not minutes before this was all set in motion.
I wish I had an appropriate icon for this. But maybe a content and contemplative Eeyore is the most appropriate.
