I found a butterfly with a broken wing in the forest. I took her home having unreasonable hope that she might get better. Of course I should have left her in the forest to  pass away there. The road was too difficult for her and she died. I  feel a deep  sadness and grief  about this butterfly, all the animals I've lost. I feel like a butterfly with a broken wing too. 

We are so stuck in our unkindness...

Oak's  time