A funny little moth flew in my living room window yesterday. At first I stared at it, wondering how it could be real. I cut a stick and some greens from the garden and let the ephemeral wisp sit in their shade before attempting to coax it gently outside again. It disappeared (doesn’t like sweet peas, perhaps?) but showed up later in the evening perched on the back of the sofa, staring at me. Softly as possible, I placed the stick in front of it to crawl upon. And slowly walked it to the door. It flew back in past me and I lost track of it. It’s stubbornly hanging around…and I apologize for being so slow to count my blessings; so reticent to pay attention. It struck me how it’s papery wings looked just like the pencil shavings I had created only seconds ago. I’m drawing again after a very long hiatus…could this be coincidence?

Then it surprised my son this morning and he caught it on a slip of paper, walked it out front to the planter box. He filled a tiny saucer with water and set it nearby – and it climbed up and drank! He is the one who looked it up: Haploa climene, the blessing moth.