February 2017

I heard a story this past week that has fascinated me since.
Told by the mother of two boys who are mirror twins.
One is left-handed, the other right.
The beginning swirl of hair
on each of their heads
goes two
different
directions.
One a great hunter,
the other a strict vegan.
But still they are brothers.
There are so many ways to be different
to ones we hate and also to the ones we love.
This week I also witnessed the emerging of three butterflies.