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The Butterfly Effect

Posted in Where Angels Perch with tags , , , , on November 19, 2008 by rodzink

The honeysuckles were covered in butterflies…. Swallowtails, I have heard them called…..  the kids….well…er….uh…. Okay… I tried to catch one for the kids….  a beautiful sight, I’m certain… a grown man, chasing butterflies… Often, while hiking, I cannot help but question the existence of many things… the thorns on blackberry bushes…. seed ticks….  Butterflies…..  overlooked,  long-distance migratory creatures. 

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Many years ago, a theory was developed which, in summary, stated that the single wisp of a butterfly’s wing could alter the wind… or atmospheric activity around the globe.  Subsequently, in laboratory studies, the theory was proven…. I suppose. An interesting theory, though… To think that a subtle, and seemingly insignificantly minute wisp of air, could start a reaction. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Butterfly_effect

In the South, I think we refer to this as “ripples on a pond” from a single splash….  I grew up fishing and frog giggin’… I understand the need to slip into the water without sending alarming waves to the other shore….and.. so I wonder….  what impact… what ripples will these kids make on their ponds….  What of their footsteps?  The paths they choose…. LIke the diverse plant-life of the gorge, I also ponder the existence of these children….. the paths they choose.

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 Meanwhile, we are responsible for filling their minds with the tools they will need…. the ones that they will recall for their own journeys……  love… compassion…. tolerance…patience….. respect… a nurtured conscience. One day, they’ll look back on their experiences and not stumble blindly into their next step.  We may be looking into the eyes of our future doctors, teachers, politicians, writers, construction workers…….  These are the ones that will hike the trails of their youth….  dance around the fires we’ve sparked….  hold the hands of our grandchildren… provide the love of our hearts……  Our time is short…. we have work to do….  hands to hold….. stories to tell…. memories to create. Yes, perhaps I romanticize my responsibility.. perhaps, I just take it seriously…. or.. just wish to ensure they walk through life feeling as though their dad tried with all his might.

Go… change the direction of the winds…. alter the course of a hurricane….