Everywhere, there are butterflies.
They fly around my head while I walk to my front door. Their larvae cling to my tee shirt while I water tomatoes.
These are creatures of transformation. Purportedly, they are the only living being that completely change their DNA during a lifetime.
I think about my mother’s transformation on a daily basis, but maybe these little insects are hinting at my own process. Afterall, I want to be different. My sunny exterior doesn’t always show the extent in which I am fearful and negative. Whether its the Irish DNA or scars from prior trauma, I spend a disporportionate time planning for and expecting the worst. Mom and I might have some of the same genes, but in this regard we are very different animals.
I want to peel away the darkness and step into a new being. One that is lighter, less worried about tomorrow but one that soaks in the joys of today.