"I shut my eyes

and see the little girl I knew myself to be, eighty years ago, racing barefoot down a stope after a bunch of colourful, fluttering butterflies. Not to catch them. Not to break their wings. Not to preserve them in a jar to show off to friends. I know now that the girl was chasing after them to share their freedom."

Beautiful.

Let us always remember to offer that gift of FREEDOM to every living being we encounter.

BE a gift of freedom.