Last week, this unusual little, orange-black butterfly flitted close by. Soon she landed among the bark chips and dead leaves in the garden where I sat warming up in the sunshine. Now, it was an official Butterfly Garden with a real, live butterfly. Although quite small, no bigger than a little leaf... her bright, orange wings brightened up the winter blight with a promise of spring. Amused, by her antics, I watched her rest on the mulch, blending in so well. I could only see her when she opened her wings wide to share her beauty.
Her underside wings camouflaged her bright side, making her look like an ordinary brown leaf among the mulch. But each time she opened her wings to fully embrace the sun, she added a welcomed splash of color. A splash of Joy. I could see how such a little thing could make such a big difference. An angel reminder that our actions influence our surroundings, no matter how small. We, too, can bring joy where we are when we open up and shine.
I wondered if the music had attracted her to the garden? My son was playing a mini-concert on the piano. Hey, Jude, Let it Be, Imagine, and other songs committed to memory. When he stepped outside to join me, he asked, Did you hear my playing? I smiled... Yes, and, see that little orange and black butterfly on the mulch. She's clapping for you, opening and closing her wings.
But the little winged one few away...before he could see her.
More was to come... To our surprise, as if on cue, that little butterfly boldly returned, landing near my son's feet. Her white-tipped antennas were a sign to tune in to the angels. Then the show began as she stayed put, and clapped her wings, repeatedly as we looked down at her and laughed in amazement. Her perfect timing and theatrical display flashed a moment of insight. Was our dear Nana, an angel in heaven, gifting us with smiles in the sunshine?
The little, orange butterfly lingered close by our chairs, enjoying a visit in the warm sunshine. She stayed so long, I took a hint, and went to get my camera to share a picture with you. With the help of the angels I was able to succeed.
- Plato















