I followed this little beauty around the garden, as he flitted here and there. There’s something so beautiful about that flash of white in a garden filled with green. I immediately assumed he was a moth, but a little research told me that he is a Cabbage White Butterfly. And I know he is a he because the males have one spot on their wings and the females have two.
I love learning something new.
You know how, as a child, you learn all about caterpillars turning into butterflies or moths? That’s the kind of thing I know but forget to know. I know it, I’ve learned it, but I forget about it on a daily basis. So I see a caterpillar and think “How neat!” but I don’t take that thought further and wonder about what kind of butterfly or moth will eventually emerge from that body. I tend to see caterpillars and butterflies as separate entities, forgetting all about the miracle of transformation that occurs.
Then something suddenly reminds me that the funny little caterpillar will eventually change to a pupa, a chrysalis from which a butterfly or moth will emerge.
It really is a miracle, isn’t it? How can that fuzzy caterpillar transform itself into a butterfly? How can something that walks around by using its many legs transform itself into a magical being that flies?
It gives us hope – hope for a our own particular transformation. Hope that our inner butterfly will emerge triumphant to grace the world with its beauty. That we will have moments when we leave all that is hurtful and negative and harmful and fearful behind as we rise above it all and fly.
Miracles happen every day.