Three Butterflies
The new day, new opportunity has only one intention, as mother nature calls, allowing me only a glimpse of my butterflies, mountaintops and momentous time of reflection coming from the other side of the view out the window. Those moments are lost so quickly …..
Either side of the window every day is an opportunity to say, “Good morning Butterflies”. My three beautiful butterflies welcome me and greet me as I open my eyes to a new day, a new opportunity. The three butterflies tint my sunrise and encourage me to look around them to also admire the hues of the sunrise on the other side of the windowpane. The sunrise faithfully gleams pleasurable blues and soft pinks across the way. Seeing the shadows cast while admiring the awesome colors of the sunrise on the fluff of clouds. Seeing the shadows across the water pond –The Gateway Wetlands as it is known, where the sun is rising beyond brings thoughts of my imagination. Undoubtedly the shadows of the morning beyond are houses which resemble the tops of mountains. A moment more of gazing will reveal a couple trees beyond the mountain tops or are they trees on top the mountain? Could this be true as I am seeing the view from inside the windowpane of butterflies?
The butterflies are constant day after day upon awaking on the inside of the window—however the mountain tops and trees are not. Understanding my dilemma of starting out a new day upon sunrise, I simply can miss the mountain tops. The prayerful moments beyond as early morning approaches every day. Early morning is always a special time of day for reflection—however somedays I just cannot look beyond the butterflies or find thoughtful prayer. Waking out of dreamland may hold me captive under cover. The new day, new opportunity has only one intention, as mother nature calls, allowing me only a glimpse of my butterflies, mountaintops and momentous time of reflection coming from the other side of the view out the window. Those moments are lost so quickly as the sun becomes evident and in full view or not, as some of these days on the outside of the windowpane develop as gray dull days despite my butterflies gently encouraging my day to begin inside the windowpane.
At the very top of the butterflies is a lone little white bird in flight. She was gifted to me from my mother-in law-Virginia, along with many other collections of birds to rest peacefully through my house. This bird is my special white bird. It represents many parts of my imagination daily on this side of the window. It represents the simple peace of a white bird above the three butterflies. I imagine the white bird my own mother, or perhaps the mother of God in my thoughts. Is she protecting my two sisters and myself as she flies stationary over three girl butterflies that continue in daily flight? In a moment of thought I see the three butterflies have another lasting value-the lasting value of the Trinity while the white dove is representative of the mother of God and peace. This is a constant of my everyday view from inside of the morning window. Starting the day prayerfully for the opportunity to make it the best day, avoiding the reality of what can occur on the other side of the window—the outside of reality.
A quick look on the other side of the windowpane has revealed another aspect of the effects of climate change on life. The deep winter snow and polar cold air was viewed as a beautiful part of the Season from inside of the butterfly window for weeks. Then came the thaw. With the thaw hundreds of dead fish reflecting like white caps off the ripples of the morning flow of the pond. Not enough sunlight for oxygen to reach the plant life in the ice created a lack of oxygen over the weeks of the Polar winter freeze. The death of the fish being the results. However, this encouraged many birds in flight from the south and other areas to visit for only a quick nibble of the dead carcass.
The morning view on the other side of the butterflies once again settled me down to a quiet thought of the new day new opportunity of what life will bring both on the inside of the windowpane and the outside of the window—the choice is mine.
Authored by Patti Crimer/Photo by Patti Crimer