Lately, I’ve been reflecting upon the butterfly and the dramatic change that occurs during its very short life span—the metamorphosis from caterpillar to butterfly—along with the migration of the Monarch Butterfly.
And comparing it to the change that will be occurring in my life—
We’re leaving California next month to build a home on some acreage in the Midwest, and I am VERY EXCITED about this change!!! I will be closer to my family. I will also be near a wildlife wetlands refuge–New material to photograph and share! Yay!
Back to the butterfly.
The beginning of this month, my husband and I visited the Monarch Butterfly Grove, at Pismo Beach, California, where thousands of butterflies west of the Rockies migrate each winter, clinging to the leaves of the fragrant eucalyptus trees for warmth, food and protection. These butterflies are four generations removed from the ones who migrated here the year before. Yet, they know exactly where to go, guided by an Unseen Hand.
May that same Unseen Hand guide all of the changes along all our paths…