If I Were a Butterfly

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Imagine that we are caterpillars and our loved ones who have passed are butterflies.  It is not so much that they have died as it is that we have not been fully developed.  Imagine that they have simply passed to the next stage and that it is us  who have not arrived.

That is a thought that went through my head this morning.  As I pondered this idea the more it resonated with me.  Our loved ones have advanced from being a caterpillar with only feet to move their body to developing wings and no longer feeling the restraints of this world

A desire  for awareness has become a priority in my life.  An awareness of the spiritual, living in the moment, and spending time with my family is my focus.

It has always been so easy for me to get caught up in the drudgery of life, the day-in-day-out-ness of it all.  Get up, take a shower, dry my hair, get dressed, make the bed, make myself some breakfast, etc. When I was raising small children it was this and doing all of those things for them as well.  Where does the time go?  The routines of life can go on all day until the next thing I know it’s bedtime again. Seven days of this and a week has passed.  Four weeks of this and a month has passed.  The next thing I know it’s June 25th and I’m thinking only six more months until Christmas.

It is so easy when I am on autopilot for me to live by habit and not live with intention.  Intention is the thought process that tells me, I normally do this on Saturdays but instead I am making a conscious, intentional decision to (fill in the blank). That might be taking the weekend to visit extended family.  For some, that might be to go fishing instead of the usual Saturday chores.  Whatever that thing is for you that makes you feel energized and full of excitement about the best parts of this life.  Maybe heaven is like that every day for our loved ones. Maybe my son is the one who is full of life, not me!

When I think about the possibility that I am a caterpillar it gives me a sense of The Big Picture.  The Big Picture that God sees.  Our souls being placed in our mother’s womb, we hatch and become a caterpillar.  We go through our spiritual growth during our cocoon stage, our metamorphisis, then move on to be a butterfly.  The Whole. Big. Picture.  Thinking this way gives me spiritual freedom.  I don’t feel imprisoned in my grief when I choose to feel this way.  I feel free from the boundaries that earth puts on me. I feel a Oneness with All That Is and all that there will be when I become a butterfly.

When I become a butterfly, I do not want my loved ones who are still caterpillars to feel sad that I got my wings.  I can understand if they feel sad that I am no longer  a caterpillar with them.  I don’t want them to feel “Poor Mom” got her wings.  I want them to  really enjoy all that there is to being a caterpillar.

I think the purpose of our time In the cocoon is to learn spiritual lessons. Earth is a school where I am learning lessons about hope, faith, joy, empathy, sorrow, struggle, etc.  When God just plopped Adam and Eve into the Garden of Eden they didn’t have a full appreciation of the perfection of it all.  Maybe it is through these lessons learned here on earth that I will have a greater appreciation for the magnificence of heaven.

As I think  about the caterpillar, cocoon, butterfly stages there is a peaceful feeling.  That doesn’t mean that I don’t have times of grief for my son and wonder the ” what if’s”. What if  he was still in his former state of caterpillar.  But I have found that when I stay in grief mode too long it doesn’t serve me in a positive way.  I don’t feel better when I am in active grief mode.  It is only when I regroup and move back into The Big Picture frame of mind that my spirit feels free.

It is in The Big Picture mode that I begin to feel open to the signs that my son sends to me like the cardinal, a song on the radio, or finding the discovered treasure from their life in a drawer.   It is only when I am practicing seeing The Big Picture that I get moving.  I begin to look out of the window and see my cardinal. I begin to neaten a drawer, and I  turn on the music.

It’s hard being a caterpillar sometimes.  It sure helps having some caterpillar friends on the journey with me.

Peace and Love.

Cindy Magee

Cindy Magee

Cindy Magee is a wife, mother, and blogger living in Jackson, Tennessee. Married to her husband, David, for 31 years, they have four children, three boys and a girl.Two of their sons are married and their daughter is in college.

She writes about life, death, grief, and recovery.
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