Yellow Butterfly

 

Suddenly it is close, a flicker of yellow dancing about, flittering in and out of view, playfully trying to capture my attention.  I see you little butterfly!  Are you flirting with me?  Do you want to play?  Do you once again have something to show me as you entice me into a deeper knowing?

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I have arrived at Rivendell Writers Colony once again.  Such a gift of grace that the yellow butterfly is sent to welcome at the threshold of this sacred place.  The sky is clearly blue.  The daffodils are in bloom by the side of the gravel road at the edge of the forest. The trees bare with budding tips, are anxiously ready to burst into greenness.  Popcorn blossoms twinkle in the afternoon sun like baby’s breath.  There is a stillness in the air, a silence which holds a gentle breeze.  All is ready for spring to bring a new beginning, a new birth.

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I remember the day I left Montgomery Church.  Yellow paper butterflies hung from the ceiling, down hallways, everywhere, with wishes from the children. A new stole to wear with my clergy robe portrayed a fullness of yellow butterflies to invite me to remember always as the note embroidered inside said, “We love you”.

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Two days ago, as I donned the stole once again to lead worship on Easter Sunday, I remembered with joy and thanksgiving as I whispered, “I love you too!”, hoping they might hear. Perhaps a yellow butterfly would carry the message.

Today I sit on the back deck, yellow butterflies all around me…

Two of them are dancing here close, off to play hide and seek, then dance again!

It is all a gift of grace!

Pondering…

Have you experienced a gift of nature lately?

SURPRISE ENDING…Look who just came close

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One thought on “Yellow Butterfly

  1. Nancy, what a beautiful place for you to write your blog! I love your butterfly stole, too! If I would have had my glasses on in church Easter Sunday, I would have seen the butterflies! Butterflies have always been close to my heart because my mother loved them so and collected butterflies. So when I see a butterfly flying around me, I always feel my mother’s presence and I feel she is telling me everything is alright! I miss her so! Enjoy your stay!
    (On a side note, I had not been getting your blogs for a while and thought you were taking a break. But I thought that to be quite odd, so I checked my spam and there were your blogs! Don’t know why that happened for just the month of March! But today your blog was in my inbox, YEA!)
    Many blessings!!

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