Friday:) Finding Freedom and a Butterfly

14 Jan

“Alongside the practical thought something else struggled and, like an escaped butterfly, took wing: the assurance of something wonderful awaiting her. Just around the corner……” ― Norah Loft

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My relationship with butterflies is more than remarkable. There are many myths and explanations for certain animals or creatures being spiritual guides. I believe anything is possible, so when I found myself frequently visited by butterflies this summer and fall, I appreciated the symbolism. I have many photos and stories to tell about these winged friends, but I won’t delve into detail right now.

We are deep into the winter season here in Texas, we’ve had some unseasonably warm days, but today was cold, grey and gloomy. But, after a deep freeze month long visit in Chicago, I decided that I needed to get back into my walking routine. This morning, I bundled up with hat and hooded winter coat, and off I went. 

I walked to the pond, then stopped to pick up my furryfriend, Bella. We did our usual circuit, but instead of going back up her driveway, (Mr. Mike’s house) she pulled me towards the park across the street and towards my house. I guess she wanted to go home with me. There was a little dog yipping along the fence on one side of the park, so we walked he other way. There on the grass, right next to the path, was a beautiful butterfly. I couldn’t help but think, “I very rarely walk this way, and there it was, a butterfly. Was it a sign?

(Butterflies have been associated with the transition between one lifestyle, personality, or journey into another. If you have been going through a major life change, you might spot more butterflies than normal as they accompany you on your journey and encourage you that everything will turn out okay if you take the leap of faith with grace and bravery.~ from http://www.powerofpositivity.)

Here’s the thing. It’s January. It’s cold outside. There arent supposed to be any butterflies out there. But, there was one there in my path.


My friend the butterfly was not dead. I picked him up, still fluttering, and I held him in my hand. And yes, we had a little conversation. And no, the butterfly didn’t talk. I did all the talking. 

I believe in signs. This was a beautiful sign for me today, assuring me that everything will turn out okay. The butterfly said so.

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