It seems that lots of Bloggers have been talking about butterflies of late. Is there something going on in our collective consciousness? Or is it just inspiration from other people talking about them? I have noticed anyway, and so here is my contribution.
Butterflies are special to me, because my mum loved them (one of our names for her was 'Little Moth'). As a baby Pod, she would lie with me on the 'bumblebee mat' in the garden and she would show me all the flowers and we would watch bees and butterflies and beetles going about their daily business. As a young girl, Little Moth was given a butterfly wing in a blue and silver necklace. When she heard classical music for the first time on the radio, she didn't know what to do. She was so exhilarated that she bit the pendant, and it still has her little bite mark in it. Toward the end of her life, when she was sick, one time she rushed over to my sister's house all in an apparent panic. All she could say was 'come! come! quick!'. Expecting a drama, my sister ran over and mum led her to the garden, and pointed to the shed, which was magically covered in a wall of fluttering butterflies. They stood together and shed a tear, but just because it was a beautifully happy moment.
There are many more butterfly stories. They have often been present at important times. However, I shan't go on, except to say that about a year after she died, I was seized suddenly by sadness. I had to lie on the floor and I cried from the bottom of my soul. When I eventually stopped sobbing and looked up, two butterflies were dancing in the window for what seemed like ages. I stood up, and one flew in and settled on my nose. It was Little Moth reminding me that really she is still around. I smiled and everything was ok again. I was reassured. My sister later said that the butterfly must have thought that my nose was a stalk and my face a little flower!
Elizabeth Kubler-Ross in 'The Wheel Of Life' talks about butterflies too, but I can't properly remember exactly what she says. The point being that they seem important in some way. The Native American Indians believe that they symbolise the air and the mind and the ability to know or change the mind, and that butterfly medicine gives clarity and aids the process of transformation. And so if you are noticing butterflies a lot, they might be asking you to think about where you are in your cycle of evolution and what you need to do next to transform into something even more beautiful than you already are. Or maybe it is someone you love coming to say hello, and reminding you that we do live in beautiful world?
Anyhow, I waffle, so suffice to say thank you to all butterflies, whatever your message to us all is.....
Thanks to Molly , Eleuktra, and Wendz for inspiring this post.
I know this is a bit corny, but hey......
UPDATE - another very scary story involving a butterfly has also just emerged. Read all about it here