Wednesday, March 20, 2013
It is cold again today in the South, after a few mild days that coaxed the Bradford Pears to bloom in pure white.The daffodils are curled up,completely dried out and the next act in my rock garden is the iris,my very favorite flower.In this warmer air I have even seen a hurried butterfly darting around the backyard.What do they do when it freezes again as it will tonight?
There is a story that I have hesitated to tell .It has been swirling around my mind.Perhaps today we need something of spirit .Something of mystery.So let's be brave and step out of what we know and can prove.Let's put on some fluffy wings and rip skyward,dipping,twirling, soaring in the infinite blue above us.
The first thing that my family did when we went to Australia was to take a hike.Now, I had been hiking and felt confident that I could do this. We started up the road ,crossed the river and began a path that went up,up.This ordeal was straight up with no switchbacks and the sun had come out to bake our bones.I was not having fun but had committed to go to the gate.If I turned back alone, I would have to cross a bridge where my daughter had seen a very large snake.On we went and reached the gate but not the right one.I was exhausted but undeterred.Finally, we arrived and rested at the second gate.Nirvana.
The view from there was stunning.Land that rolled and curved beautifully away, dotted with strangely shaped trees and inspiring vistas.Australia.
On the way down, I stopped to rest on some rocks and urged the others to go on;I needed some solitude.I sat down,and looking around ,my gaze fell on a beautiful yellow butterfly.It seemed to fly close to me ,landing and flying off but not far.The whole time I was there,it never left.What I felt was comfort.So much so that I had to take a picture from that spot,butterfly eyes watching me.I wrote on the back of the picture..."it seemed like a visit and I was comforted."
I put the picture away in my album and thought little of it.On Sunday, a young man who I know slightly, came up to me after Mass and said that he felt strongly that my Mother was with me in church.Very near.He hesitated to tell me but he had to.And then he said he saw a butterfly and would that mean anything to me.Did I have an encounter with one?If so, it was my Mom telling me she's near.