You know how I was talking about all the Cardinals? Well, there is another animal practically accosting me every time I step outside: butterflies!
And we’re not talking, “Shut your mouth, don’t you know it’s Spring, Dixie, you pink haired goof?“ numbers of butterflies. We’re talking, “What the Hell, is this a sign of the apocalypse?!?” swarms of butterflies. It’s been a near-constant stream. I haven’t tried to count them yet, but it’s a lot. I’ve had the standard butterflies flying by, but also butterflies brush up against my shoulder (tapping my shoulder?), butterflies land on my knee, butterflies flying in circles over my head, even a butterfly sit in my hair–and stay there! They are EVERYWHERE!
Sometimes, they slow down enough to let me take their picture. (Click an image for a better look.)
I think of butterflies as very Plutonian, for obvious reasons. It’s all about the transformation, baby! That’s the kind of symbolism I don’t have to look up.
Evidently, many cultures associate the butterfly with the soul. Greek myth represents Psyche (“Soul”) as a butterfly. We’re not talking surface level shifts with butterflies; more like DEEP, down-to-your-very-core sorts of changes. Maybe a little intimidating, but all in all, it’s a beautiful message to get.
I was contemplating this rush of birds and butterflies into my life when I hit a realization…my current card, from my “Living the Archetypes” exercise? Yeah. I’m on the Fool still.
And what do I do?
Let’s see. I sit outside in my Sacred Garden, surrounded by Morning Glories, birds and butterflies.
And this Fool card? He carries a staff of Morning Glories. On his right, a bird. On his left, a butterfly.
Um…I’m sure hoping that “alligator of the unconscious” in his path isn’t as dangerous as it looks…at least some of it’s showing already. So it won’t be a total shock when I…er, I mean, when HE steps on it.
And you may call that crazy, but I don’t. That’s what I call “living Tarot.” And you know what else? I like it!
Do butterflies come to visit you, too?