As a rule I am very wary of seeing dead things hanging about. Obviously I am not a fan of hunting. But ever since I was little I have admired the beautiful butterflies behind glass that are often sold in mineral shops. I never got one because I figured they were killed to be preserved. To my delight I discovered there is an entomological school in Peru that raises and studies butterflies. When their life has ended they carefully preserve and sell them. The money they generate goes back into the school for research to protect and preserve them for future generations. I have a stunning male Morpho didius and I am able to admire him from both sides because of the way he is mounted between the glass. His underside is brown and he has detailed rings that remind me somewhat of a peacock. Every afternoon for the briefest span of time the light comes in a certain way and his exquisite wings are incandescent under the sun’s radiance. I look forward to seeing it and I am reminded that God always shines His light upon us. The moments of shadow and darkness can never be dimmed by the inevitability that His love remains with us forever.
“What the caterpillar calls the end of the world the master calls a butterfly.” ~ American writer Richard Bach
