Butterflies
On several occasions this summer I’ve had the opportunity to witness a most magical exchange. The boys playing with a butterfly. Or maybe the butterfly is playing with them. Yes, it’s more like the butterfly is playing with them. It amazes me how often a butterfly who is innocently passing through a space where we are playing at a park, in our front or back yard, will suddenly stop flirting about above the trees and start making smaller and smaller circles down to the ground and allow the boys to come closer. And then the games begin. It never rushes off but instead spends a good five to ten minutes interacting with them. The boys bend down and get about as close as they dare but appear to know that the rules include not moving quickly or trying to touch. The butterfly flutters above their heads and around them never going very far. And they become entranced by watching it either flying or resting gently below eye level with it’s wings stretching open and close.
I never think to take a picture or get a video because it’s as if I’m being blessed to watch something very private. Butterflies have never interacted with me like this. I have two adult friends who do have this relationship with them, however. Is it both boys or just one that draws the butterflies in to this relationship? I sit back in awe and wonderment, my heart overflowing with joy and gratitude to witness.
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i love that they have that connection. i guess you could say i believe in spirit animals…tim and i have always been met by hawks in our ventures out in nature. they just seem to be where we are. and when we began hiking with the boys, we would see a huge hawk that would be present when we were…i think for mason. i just have this feeling. when i am in need there is always a butterfly, my symbol that i am being watched and held and helped just as i am asking.