Saturday, September 8, 2018
I haven't been very prompt with posts as of late. It seems to be a time of changes and I'm not quite sure which way the wind is blowing yet. Whichever direction, I seem to be accompanied there by butterflies.
The butterfly is symbolic of death and rebirth. It starts out as a caterpillar and then cocoons itself away from the world slowly dissolving its entire form before transforming into the beauty of the butterfly. The monarch butterfly makes an incredibly long journey. I was seeing them all the way up in Ontario, but come the fall they start to migrate back to Mexico for the winter. Monarchs have been few and far between the last few years, but all of the sudden wherever I go, I see them. At my stopover in Chicago my friend had even planted milkweed to help attract them. As someone who seems to get a lot of messages from omens I don't see these encounters as coincidence.
Right now there are things that are dying in my life. There are loved ones that are getting close to walking their final mile. There are relationships that are changing or ending altogether. The shape of my dreams has been changing as well. So something deep is stirring. It easy to feel raw and vulnerable while I try and find my feet again in this new energy. I feel as if I've been in stasis for many years and now the container I've been in is about to burst open just like a butterfly's cocoon. So maybe all the butterflies crossing my path is nature's way of reassuring me.
So why am I telling you this? I'm reminded of a song called Monarch, by singer/songwriter Matt Alber. A string of lyrics comes to mind, "In my body there is buried some strange memory of how to fly, what to follow, it will lead me to the origin of me...prehistory." Yeah there is a lot to unpack there. To me it means that what we need to move forward is already within us. The soul waits till the time is right to stir and guide us to spread our wings. In uncertain times there is something in the stillness that is ready to help us on our path. I find that a comforting thought.
How about you? What is stirring beneath your surface? What do the depths conceal within your heart? What do you hope will wake? In times such as this, the only advice I have is to go gently. Be kind to yourself and others. It is the same advice I give for life in general, but when we are at the crossing points it is doubly important and so easy to forget. Take time to thank Spirit for the little messengers and mysteries it sends your way. They may be delicate like butterfly wings or they may roar like the wind, but in the end they are the chimes to wake us from our trances. May you wake from your nightmares into sweeter dreams.
Peace and Blessings,