By the side of my garden is a gravel patch that runs through the middle of the driveway. Of and on weed comes up through the gravel and needs weeding. The full driveway is shown in the picture at the bottom of this post. Today as I sat weeding a portion of it, a little yellow butterfly kept coming near me, hopping around and sitting near me. I felt it was most unusual. When I put out my hand near it even hopped on. I felt it was most unusual and when one is involved with mysticism as I have been, one interprets such things as a sign from the Lord, a direct message. On reflection I think it was a sign to complete a small work of mystic fiction that has been languishing in my basement for more than a quarter century. I have been a scientist and Professor of engineering with interests in mysticism. Some quarter century ago, I had written the first draft of this small novel. The preliminary name of the book was ‘Butterfly Boy’ and butterflies feature in it. Perhaps the name
In pursuit of a greener and happier planet with inspiration drawn from the Himalayas