The Butterfly Project

While checking out my bloggy friend Faerwillow's latest post - I became enamored of the project she spoke of.
Faerwillow's blog is called Serendipity - (to fall or stumble upon)- and this was certainly serendipitous!!!!
She discovered this wonderful project at Two Dresses Studio.

A Holocaust Museum is sponsoring a project to commemorate the 1.5 million children who perished  during the holocaust by calling for butterflies.

Inspired by a poem, written in 1942, what better way to remember these children, whose souls are now flying free- like a million and a half butterflies.....................................

Two Dresses is collecting butterflies, and photographing them, and will send the whole artist rendered kaleidoscopic flutter to the museum. You can send your butterfly (or butterflies!) directly to the museum (info found on her blog) or you can become part of a group participation thru Two Dresses.

Please go to Two Dresses Studio, to read more about it- my butterfly is forming in my mind as we speak...........

I Never Saw Another Butterfly

The last, the very last,

So richly, brightly, dazzlingly yellow
Perhaps if the sun’s tears would sing
against a white stone....

Such, such a yellow
Is carried lightly ’way up high.
It went away I’m sure
because it wished
to kiss the world good-bye.

 For seven weeks I’ve lived in here
Penned up inside this ghetto.
But I have found what I love here.
The dandelions call to me
And the white chestnut branches in the court.

Only I never saw another butterfly.
That butterfly was the last one.
Butterflies don’t live in here, in the ghetto.

Written  by Pavel Friedman, June 4, 1942

Born in Prague on Jan. 7, 1921.
Deported to the Terezin Concentration Camp on April 26, 1942.
Died in Aushchwitz 9-29-44