When a Butterfly looks at you

Just like it was posing for me to take its picture...it was interesting being observed as I observed! Click on image to enlarge picture.

I BELIEVE I CAN FLY

They believe...be sensible
prepare now
save for the future
work hard while young
enjoy when old
no pain no gain

They believe...compromise
follow the crowd
stay within the lines
keep your head clear
keep your eyes straight
ahead
feet on the ground

What about now! what about roses? what about stars?
what about chasing rainbows, floating clouds, butterflies...
what about silver linings, serendipity, spontaneity...
what about moonbeams, sun-rays, raindrops?

I believe....
I believe I can cut my own pathway
I believe I can step off the edge and not fall
I believe I can close my eyes and follow my heart and soul
I believe I can walk in the rain and not get wet
I believe in today and have hope for tomorrow
I believe in dreams, I believe in me....

I believe I can fly!

~Unknown~

PS - Actually, I believe this is a moth and if anyone knows what kind it is, please leave it in the comments. It looks so furry in the closeup. I don't think it's a hummingbird moth, unless it's a baby one!

Mariposa

I wanted to post something colorful to brighten up the afternoon, otherwise I am going to have to take a nap. It's the perfect day for it - wet, cool and dreary, not to mention the Wind singing her lullaby to me! My eyelids are already at half mast, so I'm calling for Mariposa's help in waking me up.

I love these butterflies - their migration story is simply amazing. Their arrival in Pacific Grove and Santa Cruz, California was always big news, much like the swallows returning to Capistrano.

Pacific Grove contains several habitat types including marine, littoral, pine forest and mixed oak woodland. The famed breeding habitat for the Monarch butterfly is situated in the southern part of town imbedded in residential neighborhoods in mixed oak forests. These Monarchs migrate 2000 miles to reach Pacific Grove after their summer in Canada, often soaring as high as 3000 meters. The black-and-orange butterflies spend the winter in the local Monterey Pine trees from Halloween until Valentine's Day each year. Residents of Pacific Grove help the butterfly's habitat by planting purple and yellow flowers, such as lantara, yellow aster, Pride of Madera, and Mexican Sage, in what are called Butterfly Gardens.[3] City Ordinance No. 352 makes it a misdemeanor to kill or threaten a butterfly, punishable by a $1000 fine.

The Mariposas arrive around Hallowe'en time and stay until Valentine's Day - from Samhain to Imbolc. I find that so interesting. The descent into darkness and the return to life - caterpillar goes into cocoon darkness and stillness, then emerges into the light, a butterfly.

Samhain to Imbolc

Hallowe'en to Groundhog Day

Dark into Light

followed by

Light into Dark

The Wheel turns.

These beautiful butterflies also arrive in Mexico around the time of Hallowe'en - and are associated with The Day of the Dead, El Dia de los Muertos. According to traditional belief, the monarchs are the souls of ancestors who are returning to Earth for their annual visit.

El Dia in California was also a celebration - sugar skulls, marigolds, Ofrendas of immense beauty, food for the dead, incense. Not at all like anything I ever saw in New Jersey! I've always loved cemeteries and Death never scared me - I found it fascinating that so many people were so terrified of it that they never even spoke of it.

Or if they did, it was about how horrible it was.

How rude!

I think that's one of the many things I love about the Mexican culture - Death is part of Life and Life is part of Death. There is no separation between the two - and I believe that their lives are much fuller than those who fear, shun and try to "cure" death and dying.

And look! Even La Catrina resembles La Mariposa!

Coincidence?

I think not.