Butterfly
Friday, I think it was, I was looking out our kitchen window when I saw a butterfly on our patio. It was neat looking: almost all black, with faded yellow outlining on its wings. It chilled on one of our outdoor chairs, fanning its wings a little bit. I don't see them too often, so I stopped to watch. After a minute or two, I walked away and went on with my day.
Sunday, I decided to wash the dishes. Again, I was facing the patio. Again, I saw the same butterfly; its appearance was even odder the second time. It would set on something, then do a few laps around the patio before setting back down. It was almost beckoning me, wanting me to take notice. Like it was important.
I watched. I studied. I thought in great detail about how it flew. I pondered its freedom, its shape. It felt like I needed to do it. It would flutter around, then make a pinpoint landing. It would speed back and forth to show just what velocity it was capable of. Then it would almost look at me.
“Do you get it yet?” it seemed to say.
“No, but I’m trying,” I would say back.
“Okay, try this!”
It stuck around the entire time I was doing dishes. Since then, I feel like I need to reflect upon it - as if some specific inspiration will present itself. I still haven’t come up with anything solid. But it was definitely inspiring in a general way. If nothing else, I’ve never appreciated how cool butterflies are or the uniqueness of their flight abilities.
Maybe I’ll come up with the true meaning eventually.
Sunday, I decided to wash the dishes. Again, I was facing the patio. Again, I saw the same butterfly; its appearance was even odder the second time. It would set on something, then do a few laps around the patio before setting back down. It was almost beckoning me, wanting me to take notice. Like it was important.
I watched. I studied. I thought in great detail about how it flew. I pondered its freedom, its shape. It felt like I needed to do it. It would flutter around, then make a pinpoint landing. It would speed back and forth to show just what velocity it was capable of. Then it would almost look at me.
“Do you get it yet?” it seemed to say.
“No, but I’m trying,” I would say back.
“Okay, try this!”
It stuck around the entire time I was doing dishes. Since then, I feel like I need to reflect upon it - as if some specific inspiration will present itself. I still haven’t come up with anything solid. But it was definitely inspiring in a general way. If nothing else, I’ve never appreciated how cool butterflies are or the uniqueness of their flight abilities.
Maybe I’ll come up with the true meaning eventually.