So I went into the garden, per usual, to meditate. Which I do, ya know, to learn to be more humble, patient, compassionate, detach more from my selfish egoic desires.
I went with my cup of coffee and cozy blanket. I like to be comfortable while I address my attachment to comfort.
There was a problem. This lady bug was in the corner of my chair. Given I have nurtured so much compassion with all my meditating I got very close to Lady Bug to have a deep, personal, and considerate conversation with her. (I do feel like she was female-identifying.) I gently shared that I would be moving her to a different location.