I met a butterfly today. She walked with uneven gait and when she spoke, her words were difficult to define. Her mother smiled and explained, “Could she pet your dog”? “Her name is Liberty”, I replied, holding our little poodle within reach. Her touch was light and gentle and her smile pure joy. I met a butterfly today and I’m the better for it.
So my dog has discovered the church atrium. He loves to weave in and out of the columns, actually he now sits by the door and whines every night until I take him down there. Often it’s around 10:30 or 11. He’s usually pretty focused and quiet about it but occasionally he can’t help himself and lets out an exuberant bark, which in a stone space like that sounds like a cannon. Hopefully he’s not waking up all the sisters in the convent across the common. The atrium is a pretty special space to me since I helped lay all the stone – one of the best weeks of my life – so it makes us both happy to end every day with a little time there.