Native American legends say, if you have a secret wish, capture a butterfly and whisper your wish in its ear. Release the butterfly, and it will carry your wish to the Great Spirit, where it will surely come true.
Delicate paper thin wings holding patterned complexities of color so beautiful that they inspire another creature of this planet to make art . Perfection is in the patterns, the near circles, bands and lines repeating. They are the true colors of the pristine jungles and rainforests, not the creation of industry, or the sprawl of man. The vivid colors of life's spectrum so true that some people who come into the shop believe can only be the work of man, that the bugs are spray painted and sometimes refuse to believe that nature is really that beautiful (I've never sold a thing to idiots who share this idea.). Beyond the pretty colors and patterns is a greater symbolic story. The story of coming into the world as one thing and ending on the wings of an explanation note. They give themselves the right to no longer crawl slowly inch by inch, but to fly on the breeze from flower to sweet flower. I want to be like the butterfly, we all should.
