Illusive Flutter Byes

Blog 2483 – 08.12.2022

Illusive Flutter Byes

A couple of days ago I was looking for something to watch on TV and saw listed on one of my streaming services the 1995 movie Powder. I remember watching it for the first time with my daughter Emily when she was a teen. She loved the movie and so did I. Emily died just after her thirty-second birthday ten years ago or should I say her spirit escaped the confines of her body, my beautiful butterfly.

Like Powder, Emily had an electric personality, charged with energy and light. She was a born entertainer and loved to sing. My lovely and loving wife Linda and I walk together most mornings in a nearby park. For quite a few mornings now we have seen a young woman with her not yet two year old daughter playing in the park. We wave to them and the lady waves back and has been holding her little girl’s arm up to wave good-morning to us. Yesterday the little girl waved to us for the first time on her own. Just one little wave and a smile that would melt your heart.

I see Emily in that little girl’s wave and smile. I see her everywhere and in everything. That is the point of the movie Powder, learning to see beyond that little spot between our eyes that has us blinded, the illusion that we are separated from everyone and everything else. We are not, have never been, nor ever will be, for we are not apart from but a part of the Universe which is everyone and everything including us.

The movie Powder ends in a flash of lightning that frees young Jeremy from his body. Thank you Emily for turning me on to the movie Powder and helping me see beyond that spot.

Your friend and fellow traveler,

David White

https://drive.google.com/file/d/1cilAKA8a-owS8NeMSRM2avo3blD5QOXU/view?usp=drivesdk

Illusive Butterfly

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