The Butterfly Project

Hello dear friends.  :) 

I’m skipping a Five on Friday post today because I couldn’t wait to share the information about a very special project that I am participating in through Craft Critique, and also to encourage you to participate as well.  

The Houston Holocaust Museum has begun a phenomenal art exhibit and memorial project, and needs all of our help to make it a success.   In memory of the 1,500,000 children who were lost during the holocaust, the museum has put out a call to collect 1,500,000 handmade butterflies from anyone who would like to send them in.   They have already collected over 400,000!  Can you imagine?!   What an amazing outpouring of support and love already. 

What a great way for us as crafters to contribute to such a moving piece.

What a wonderful way to really and truly make something full of meaning.

Please consider making a few butterflies for the project, which you can read more about here, including  just a few guidelines to help them ensure the exhibit is a success.   We’d love it if you  joined in on Craft Critique’s joint effort by visiting Sarah’s post on why Craft Critique chose this particular project, and also where to mail your butterflies.    The staff at Craft Critique will also be posting quick and easy tutorials for creating butterflies to give you some ideas.

Here’s mine, folded paper butterflies:

You can check out the tutorial by going to today’s post.

I’ll end today’s request by sharing the same poem which was shared on the Houston Holocaust Museum site,

The 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.

Pavel Friedman, June 4, 1942
Born in Prague on January 7, 1921.
Deported to the Terezin Concentration Camp on April 26, 1942.
Died in Aushchwitz on September 29, 1944.

Thank you so much for participating if you can friends. 

Have a wonderful day and see you soon.