I studied the birds and the squirrels. I had watched where they hopped and scampered. I walked the area of their feeding and knew well where the seed fell. I was certain I was safe spraying the weed killer in those patches where they were breaking the cement. My arms not strong enough to use the gas tool that would cut them down, the chemical was my only choice. I did not use it carelessly, I was deliberate and conscious of every spot I would spray. And as I sprayed I saw a moth struggling and knew immediately I had not been as conscious as I thought.
The butterfly lives hundreds of miles away from where I was spraying, but it brought to mind the Theory of Chaos. Everything is connected. If a butterfly flaps its wings in Borneo it is part of the tornado that slashes its way through Kansas. We are connected with all of life. We know that somehow, but yet we don't comprehend it fully. Everything I do, or don't do, is connected to something else, someone or something. If I could truly embed that in my soul, I think my life would be very different.
"In Lak' ech" - Mayan for "you are my other me". A pondering that is, in part, responsible for these ramblings and ponderings. A tiny, but beautiful moth, I did not know existed, in its struggle and death, has become both the victim of my actions and my teacher. I can replace the patio cement. Nature will give birth to another moth. But life is absent that one moth because I did not see. "In Lak' ech" - Life is my other me.