I've always liked butterflies. As a kid I liked them just because they are pretty and that's a pretty good reason in and of itself. Art for art's sake. Between my mom's artistic eye and my dad's occupation as an entomologist, how could a girl not help but notice butterflies? They were an early introduction to art and science all rolled up into one gorgeous package. Both aspects, the art and the science, instilled in me a deep appreciation for this incredible world that God created.
Almost every culture and religion in the world makes use of butterflies for some type of symbolism. Good luck/bad luck, death omens, endurance, hope, lost souls seeking new bodies, joy, fickleness, unconscious attraction, or health. There is symbolism for red butterflies, one white butterflies, two white butterflies, when butterflies land on you, when they lay eggs in a full moon, and on and on it goes.
Probably the most readily recognized symbolism of butterflies is that of rebirth and transformation, used by every belief system from Atheism to Zorostrainism.
It is the life of free flight with Him for which I live.
For the purposes of this blog, however, butterflies symbolize the surprising moments of joy and beauty that flutter upon us as we hack our way through the jungle of life.
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And then we spot a butterfly.
Maybe it's the breathtakingly huge Queen Alexandra's Birdwing that shocks us with it's majesty.
by wanderingnome via Flickr Creative Commons
Maybe it's the brilliantly colored Blue Morpho.
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Or the simple Cabbage White.
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So my subtitle for this blog?
"Sometimes it's a jungle out there.
Thank goodness for the butterflies."
"Sometimes it's a jungle out there.
Thank goodness for the butterflies."