Still moving

I am still tempted to write an environmental post especially for those of you looking to find homes in the area. I have nothing to sell, but 29 years of environmental work makes me kind of an expert in the field. Okay, THE expert in the field, but not yet.
A quote from on of the blogs of note:
A musician must make music, a painter must paint, a poet must write if he is to be ultimately at peace with himself. What one can be, one must be.

--Abraham Maslow

Has set me on my blogging path, continuing a diatribe that I started the other day. In me lives the poet (hidden for many years, but it was there), the painter (it is back), the cook (okay, at home chef), the investigator, the scientist, the tinkerer and all the other things that are screaming to burst out and exist. To beauty exists in each thing I now encounter and my expression of them are out of control.
Again I am amazed.

Butterflies

One of the things I love is butterflies and some remind me in many ways of a butterfly, not at all in a negative way, but I'll relate to that in a minute. I tried to tell them, but used other words that didn't fit.

Butterflies
Beautiful to see, they seem to flit from place to place, but you must look closer.
They touch each place gently, carefully, even sweetly.
They never harm the place they touch, but rather bring a gift of life to each spot.
Those places gladly give back a bit of nourishment for the presence ,
Ah my friend, you are a butterfly, I am glad you stopped by.