Last week was one of those whirlwind times where I had so many things going on, I couldn't keep up. I'm sure you've had that type of week, too. We were remodeling our kitchen, I had AAs for one book and revisions on yet another (my second Super!!!)and I'd planned a party to celebrate my 55th birthday and the release of my 45th book. A big week full of comings and goings and noises from my tired husband that I can't repeat here.
But on Saturday afternoon, I took a few minutes to walk around my garden. I just needed a few quiet moments before all my guests arrived. A friend gave me a beautiful yellow iron butterfly--one of those garden sculpture type things that you stake in the ground--and I'd place it behind the pool in the palm tree garden. The wind always twists the butterfly around so you can't see it from the house so I fixed it. The iron butterfly's wingspan is about a foot or so. But there on the ground in the leaves left over from winter, a real golden-brown butterfly landed.
I was so amazed, I couldn't move. He sat there and opened his wings (about a two inch span) and this beautiful real butterfly looked almost exactly like my iron one.
I watched him, not daring to move, as he opened his wings and closed them as if he wanted to put on a show just for me. I'm a spiritual person, so I saw this as a sign from above. Birthdays were always a big deal with one of my three sisters. But she died in a car accident involving a drunk driver in 1991. I sold my first book in 1992 and then in 1993, on my birthday, I sold two more. I always told people that my sister had pulled some strings up there for me. So I stared at that beautiful butterfly and thought of all the loved ones who'd gone on ahead of me--my sister, a brother, my parents, my husband's parents, dear friends here and there, and I wondered if that butterfly was a gift from heaven. I didn't want to move from my spot but I also wanted a picture. I rushed inside the house and found my i-phone then hurried back. The butterfly was still there. But here's the kicker. The minute I held the camera to take the picture, he disappeared. And I did not see him fly away. I searched everywhere, but he was gone. Why did I think I needed to put such an intimate moment on Facebook, anyway? Next time, I'll forget the camera and just sit on the diving board and enjoy the butterfly.
Do you ever have such moments where the universe is at peace for just a few precious moments? I'll never forget this butterfly and how he held me in fascination for a few minutes after a busy, joyful week. I hope you find your own butterfly this week.