Butterflies Find Me When I Bloom

I learn, slowly, that butterflies never stay when I run after them.
The faster I chase their wings, the quicker they slip into the distance, leaving only a faint whisper of colour in the air.

But when I stop running…
when I kneel down and plant small seeds of patience,
kindness, quiet work, and honest joy,
a different kind of magic begins.

My days become a garden—
soft places where peace blooms,
where sunlight lingers a little longer,
where beauty grows without noise.

And then, without warning, the butterflies return.
Not because I chased them,
but because I created a world
they would never want to fly away from.

I don’t chase anymore.
I become the place where beautiful things feel safe to land.