"You must want to fly so much that you are willing to give up being a caterpillar."
Hello and a happy Sunday to you :) As many of my friends know I love butterflies and always include them in my work. If a butterfly flies around you, and even better settles on you it is a always a privilege....the beautiful butterfly is a messenger and is bringing news to you, maybe from a friend, a lover, distant family or even people that are no longer with us......I have had a visit on many occasions and shortly afterwards I recieve my message...and its often been from the same person...you know who you are :)
There are many myths and legends surrounding butterflies....Here are a few.....
In Christianity they represent the birth, crucifixion and resurrection of Christ.
Butterflies have been used by the Chinese and Japanese cultures for centuries as symbols of joy and the essence of happiness. Both cultures have added them to manuscripts, paintings and drawings for centuries.
Early Europeans believed that the human soul took the form of a butterfly so, they viewed the butterfly with great respect and often with fear.
Northern Europeans thought that dreams were the result of the soul-butterfly's wanderings through other worlds.
Shoshone Indians believed that butterflies were originally pebbles, into which the Great Spirit blew the precious breath of life.
The Blackfeet Indians believe that dreams are brought to us in sleep by a butterfly.
For years I remained Hidden from view
Afraid to show myself or my true colors
I begin to unfold my wings, finding the courage
discovering my strength.
Sparkling
Radiant
I take flight.
Kirstie A. Dyer
Last summer some dear friends invited us to join them and their friends in the Cognac region of France to celebrate a milestone birthday.We had a lovely time, a treasure trail along the country lanes in classic cars, discovering sleepy villages. A visit to a chocolate shop where we spent a pleasant afternoon trying our best to make chocolates, its harder than you think! Lovely food, splendid company and wonderful weather.
Now what has this got to do with butterflies? Well one morning we set off on a boat along the river, we were surrounded by hundreds of dragonflies and damsels going about their daily business. Their shimmering vibrant colours and the dappled sunshine made it feel a very magical place to be. I also spotted kingfishers and a family of otters.
I felt something on my head....a butterfly, bringing a new message. I was very excited and to explain to everyone on the boat the significance of this. I suddenly realised maybe others were not so enthusiastic as me! The butterfly took off only to return once again, then flew over to my friend who knows my passion for these insects....it landed on her shoulder, she looked over to me and smiled. She had recently lost her father, so a message from him, to say he was still by her side I believe. A visit from this beautiful insect is a deeply spiritual event indeed for me.
With the warmer weather ahead I am looking forward to watching the butterflies once again....I am hoping the message will answer questions for the future...a new path in life, a new journey and new places. Where it takes me I will follow.....I am sure it will make for smiles:) :)
Like the butterfly,
I have the strength and the hope to believe
In time
I will emerge from my cocoon...
Transformed.
Hugs for smiles M xxx
BUTTERFLY DREAMING
There were two sisters born.....twins ... but their facial features were deformed and their mother was told to keep them out of sight from the tribe as they were too ugly to look upon....as they grew their torment increased...they were given chores to do apart from the other women.........they were never allowed to join in the womens circle of activity and chatter....they had to eat their meals apart from the tribe with their backs turned....and the children were afraid of them....
They only had their mother to talk to ...she loved them and could see their beauty from within..but she had to obey the tribe......and when she died they were alone...
The tribe continued to feed them the scraps because they were the makers of the best nectar.. their mother had shown them how to gather the flowers to make a sweet nectar drink....they became very adept at it...the tribe had never tasted nectar drink so sweet....their pain was great and they cried for their mothers soft and loving gaze....
The great- spirit father felt their sorrow and looked upon them with kindness ... he changed them into beautiful butterflies
When the tribe saw these new creatures they were amazed by their beauty and tried to follow them so they could look at at them more closely...but the sisters would not let the tribe gaze upon them and would fly away.....for they would not look upon their deformities they don't deserve to look upon their perfection and beauty
even today as soon as you look at a butterfly it will fly away....sometimes though they will let you gaze upon their beauty for a brief moment......
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