“I come into the peace of wild things who do not tax their lives with forethought of grief.”
―Wendell Berry, “The Peace of Wild Things”
When my spouse decided to raise Monarch Butterflies, I thought she had gone a bit overboard in her search for meaningful retirement activities. Although I have to admit, the plump, striped caterpillar she named Slinky quickly piqued my interest. I checked on Slinky daily waiting to see what would happen next.
Each day was an unknown. Will Slinky start to create a chrysalis today? How does it know when it’s time? How does it know what to do? I became fascinated. I kept thinking about my hospice families as they watch their loved ones, wondering Is today the day? How will we know?