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Day 72: go butterflies!

12 Mar

Yesterday, while walking Pup, I saw a bright orange butterfly.

It was a tiny and beautiful butterfly — and very elegant.
Just as I spotted it, she flew away.

For the rest of our walk I kept thinking – I wish I could see that butterfly again.  

When I was in the depth of my divorce my best friend’s mother said to me over and over, “Jamie, you are a butterfly.”

She was trying to tell me that someday, all the pain and awful fear would be behind me. She was trying to pump me up, encourage me, with love and support during all of the terrible trials, court dates, job loss, and other unexpected shenanigans of that major life chaos.

She wanted me to believe I had something to live for…
Something to look forward to…
Something to grow wings for…

I thought she was all foo foo talk, just to get me to smile. Like a 50-year old cheerleader at a losing football game, jumping up and down in the end zone with a plastic smile and pom poms.  “Jamie, you are a butterfly! GO BUTTERFLIES!”

Give me a B! Give me a U! Give me a T!
What does that spell? BUT.

And, that’s what I was carrying around with me back then. A big, old “but” — but this and a but that. I wasn’t ready to step out of my cocoon and grow wings because all I could see was the life I “used” to have and what I had “lost.”

These days, however, I keep a quote next to my bed.
It says:

“We must be willing to get rid of the life we’ve planned, so as to have the life that is waiting for us”
Joseph Campbell 

Kind of sounds like a butterfly doesn’t it? Leaving behind the cocoon and breaking out the wings.

Yesterday, on my walk with Pup — just as we reached the last tree (the last pee tree!) on Pup’s regular route — I looked down toward the ground and saw an orange spec flapping it’s wings back and forth.

The butterfly came back!
And, she landed on the pavement right in front of me.

I looked at her and smiled, and said “thank you” under my breath.  Then, all of sudden she flew up in front of my face and flew around my hair.  Then she was gone.

Every time I see butterflies I think of that moment when I was scarred and trapped inside a cocoon, too afraid to take a step forward into the unknown.

And then I get out my pom poms and dust off my wings and continue to fly toward the life that is waiting.

Go, Butterflies!

Day 243: it’s butterfly season

31 Aug

It’s butterfly season.
Those brightly colored spry little creatures, are flying all around the Vineyard, through the hedges and into the trees.

It’s butterfly season.
Because they are here, they have arrived, they are fluttering through yards, in and out of neighborhoods and floating through the wind right before my eyes.

It’s butterfly season.
I know this, because, I see them.  They have been here all along, even though I never once noticed the caterpillars — but I can’t help but notice the beautiful butterflies.

Every time I see a pretty little butterfly soaring through the air or waving on a bush, I think of  that sad story of a downtrodden girl, sitting on the edge of her bed weeping about her sad, sad, life.

Her wise mother threw her wise motherly arms around the sad girl and reassured her that the girl, in fact, was a butterfly.

She just didn’t know it yet.

The sad girl was confused. She didn’t feel like a butterfly.  She had lost all hope of ever flying again.

But, what the wise mother knew, that the sad girl couldn’t yet see, was this:

Before a butterfly becomes a butterfly it must rest, it must cocoon itself away. From the outside it just looks like the caterpillar is resting, but on the inside a great change is happening, a total metamorphosis, an old life is ending for a new one to begin.

What the wise mother knows, the sad girl with soon find out.

One day, the sad girl will wake up and realize she is no longer sad.  She is no longer a girl.  She is actually a bright, beautiful butterfly soaring through the world with her perfect butterfly wings.

It’s a beautiful butterfly story.
Good for your head, heart, body and soul too.
And it’s true.
It might be about me, or it might be about you.

Either way, it is butterfly season.
I promise.  Just look out your window or maybe in the mirror. 

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