This time last year, I was embarking on an unknown journey as my 30+ years career was coming to an end. As the cold days of December crept in, so did my trepidation on what I was about to do.
I started taking long walks with my dog, and spending time in my garden meditating. The more time I spent in the garden, the more aware I became of the world surrounding me.
And once I noticed, I couldn’t stop seeing. There were signs of metamorphosis and change everywhere I looked. Tiny eggs laid by female Monarchs. Caterpillars munching away on the milkweed preparing for what would be a miraculous transformation. A chrysalis attached to the underside of the birdbath. Adult Monarchs flitting through the air and landing on me with graceful wings fluttering as if to reassure me, ‘Change is good. It’s the one true reality.’
I like to think they recognized a kindred spirit.
butterflies on Christmas day
change is in the air
Linda Lee Lyberg