The first thunderstorm of spring rolled in just as March promises. Have you ever experienced that heart-stopping jolt in the middle of the night where it feels like a giant clapped his hands together with your body in between. It shoots straight through you body and your eyes open so fast, it gives new meaning to the saying “in a blink of an eye”. There was no going back to sleep and so I slipped out of bed to make some tea, listen to the rain, and watch the lightning show.
After a few soothing sips, out came the pencil and paper. I turned on a dim table lamp and with nature’s music rumbling through the window glass, I easily slipped into a meditative state of lines, shading, drawing. That’s when she came and aroused my attention with her tap, tap, tap, on glass bulb of the lamp.
A moth. Whom on a night of clear skies does the moon guide. This fluttering beauty is so driven by her course on life to follow the light she became vulnerable and distracted by this artificial light. I wonder, what artificial lights are distracting me? Is it time to navigate differently? If only we could all be so driven to follow our path to the light without false distractions. Oh, but, how I admire her drive. She knows her purpose. So, as she draws me into thought and wonder, I draw her.