The brush had just been loaded with exterior white paint and was ready for a few more strokes on the window frame. I felt a very slight tickle on the back of my left hand. A white butterfly had alighted there. I wished I could take its picture. There was no camera or phone in hand. (Why would I have a camera ready while painting a window?) I could only admire the pretty insect while trying not to move a muscle.
The butterfly appeared to be observing my face as it slowly folded and unfolded its wings. Just moments before, the insect had been flying around my head. Had the butterfly been attracted to the brilliant, wet, white paint that had the very slightest trace of blue? It had landed near a small paint drip on my skin.
During the next half-minute or so, I enjoyed the surprise break within my painting chore by studying the head and antennae. Everything about the butterfly was fragile and intricate. I could sense the tenuous nature of its life energy. Then, without ceremony, the butterfly departed. I could finally apply more paint to the window frame.
When we pause awhile to contemplate life, we understand that we are individual processes of fuel intake and combustion. In the overall scheme of things, we are sparks of energy. Our lives are as delicate as the lives of butterflies. The uplifting emotions I felt while the insect was on my hand were reminders of the interconnectedness of all life on Earth. The resulting jolt of joy made the rest of the window repair task go by more quickly.
Energy is also a synonym for enthusiasm and passion. The spark of our life force has been rectified into a high-voltage current. When we feel creative and inspired, we do everything in order to translate our energy into action. For instance, the job of painting my windows has been motivated by the desire to preserve the small, 100-year-old house and make it look more attractive. Life-energy translates desire into motivation to complete the chore. The initial spark of beginning the project evolved into momentum to continue it. In a sense, the task seemed to contain mental energy.
I had already been enjoying the act of applying paint to window frame. The butterfly unknowingly brought additional pleasure to the afternoon. The frame repair is not only finished; it will always be associated with the white butterfly.