The butterflies just love the Black-Eyed Susans and Tiger Lilies in our garden this summer. They are everywhere! Little orange ones with a speckled brown pattern, large yellow swallow-tailed, Monarchs, and my favorite, large black swallow-tailed with a patch of teal blue on their wings. When I sit quietly, they come and land on my arm. What a joy!
I can’t see a butterfly without being reminded of how completely their lives are a metaphor of transformation—from a furry caterpillar, making its way from leaf to leaf, (in itself a creature to behold) then instinctually knowing when to create the chrysalis, go inside and allow the profound changes to occur.
There is nothing in a caterpillar that tells you it’s going to be a butterfly.
Richard Buckminster Fuller
As quoted above, there are no clues to the future of the caterpillar. This is similar to our life journey. We look for clues—in the past, in others, to try to understand what we should be, who we should become. But the knowledge is not to be found outside; it is found by going inward and discovering the messages that are written in our hearts that reveal our true nature.
Taking time to devote to our inner selves, perhaps fifteen or twenty minutes as soon as we wake when the world is quiet and unencumbered with our busy, outward doing to connect to our still, sacred being, can have a profound effect on how centered, grounded, loved and peaceful we are.
Then allowing what we find there to emerge, in all its beauty and wonder, to inform our lives, surprising ourselves with how colorful and radiant we can be. What a gift this life is! Notice any butterflies lately?