Right, so this whole butterfly thing. It started popping up everywhere for me a while back. Not just seeing them outside, which, okay, happens. But like, pictures, mentions in conversations, even showing up in dreams. Weird, right? At first, I didn’t think much of it, just brushed it off as coincidence.
But it kept happening. So, I figured, alright, maybe I should pay a bit more attention. Wasn’t really into the whole “totem animal” scene before, sounded a bit fluffy to me. But I thought, what harm could it do? So, I started just noticing them more intentionally when I was out walking or sitting in the yard. Just watching.
My Process with It
It wasn’t like some big spiritual download or anything. Mostly, I just sat and watched how they moved. They’re kinda fragile, you know? Thin wings, bouncing around on the breeze. But they still get where they’re going. They don’t fly straight; they flutter all over the place. Made me think about how I approach things, always trying to go point A to point B, getting frustrated when things go sideways. Maybe sideways is just part of the journey.
And then there’s the whole caterpillar-to-butterfly thing. We all know the story. But really thinking about it… that’s a hell of a change. Stuck in one form, literally dissolving, and then becoming something completely different, something that can fly.
What I Started Noticing:
- How delicate they seemed, yet persistent.
- Their flight path – indirect, almost chaotic, but they still travel.
- The massive transformation they go through. Like, total overhaul.
Putting it Together for Myself
So, I spent time just observing and reflecting on that. Not really looking stuff up online much, more just turning it over in my own head based on what I was seeing. It felt like a nudge, maybe? A reminder that change is natural, even necessary. Even if it feels like you’re dissolving into goo for a while, like that caterpillar probably does.
It also made me think about lightness. Not taking everything so damn seriously all the time. Butterflies seem to just float along sometimes, enjoying the moment, the flower they land on. I get bogged down easily, stressed about the future, stuck in the past. Watching them was like a little prompt to maybe… lighten up a bit.
So yeah, for me, the butterfly isn’t some magical guide in the sky. It’s more like a symbol that showed up when I needed to think about change, about finding a bit more grace in how I move through life, and maybe accepting that transformation can be messy but worth it. It’s a personal thing, how you connect with these things. This was just my experience with it.
