Brown Butterflies...

Today started off, well, off. It's the week of the Autumnn Equinox or, on my Path, the Feast of Avalon (rather a pretty moniker); there's a newly waxing moon; and the weather without is finally cooperating with a lovely, warming sunlight streaming unencumbered on this late September Sunday. My mood, though, is not as cooperative as Nature. I woke in a "mood"--snarly, grouchy, grumpy, and depressed...not a good state to embrace this season of change.

Then, I went downstairs to the kitchen and looked outside on the lovely, dewy morning. The yard (we're staying with friends while our house sells) is anchored by a cottonwood and a crepe myrtle. On the 'slab' (deck?), there sits a grill. ON the grill was the prettiest little golden-brown butterfly I'd ever seen. Now, I have a tendence to talk to the creatures of Nature, no matter how small or seemingly insignificant, so I went outside to say "hello."

The little fellow was rather "tame" by butterfly standards. I approached it while speaking softly to it...complementing it on its velvety wings, on its diminutive legs, and on its furry little body. I reached out with one tentative finger and it climbed aboard. Thinking it desired to be moved to the flowers across the yard without expending its own energies, I carried it over and attempted to deposit it on a rather hospitable-looking flower. It would have none of the petals, but flew up and deposited itself squarely in the middle of my back and there it stayed for about two or three minutes.

I finally disengaged it from my blouse and placed it back on the lid of the grill, thanked it for the conversation and the company, and returned to the house. It stayed for a bit longer, then flitted off to the next needy human.

It's warming how a friendly little butterfly can readjust one's perspective.

In the warmth of the Moon's increase...

Early Autumn Showers

It's been raining here for two days. The sky has been a steely-grey with billowy clouds of dove and gun-metal. There's a softness to the landscape...an ethereal quality to the very air. A hush pervades even the ever-flowing traffic--the soft "whoosh" of tires on the wet pavement is alluring in its whisper of progress. In the mornings and late into the evenings, a visible mist lingers over the manicured lawns and planned-chaos that many call gardens. My heart is quiet...I can feel Her wrap her protection around me through the veil of fog.

For those of you who wondered where I got to (Heartsong discovered my whereabouts), my husband and I moved from my beloved pecan groves of Georgia to the stately cottonwoods of Texas. I said my goodbyes in July--went to each of our papershell pecans and bid it farewell; caressed the grounds (and shed tears) on the resting spot of my beloved Scamp (there was a heart-shaped rock I took from atop his grave); packed our things in a Penske, our dogs in my car, our cats and turtles in the cab; and headed to north Texas and a new life. It's been tough--my hubby is still looking for work in his field, our house is still "in process" in Georgia, and we're living as best we can with friends who took us (and our pets) in out of love.

This weekend's rain has been Goddess-sent! She knows that the rains cleanse me of my worries...keep me at peace...re-energize me. I embrace them. The ceaseless pitter-pat of the drops on the pavement have been a lullaby every night (and this afternoon). The ponderous glowery sky has given me time to stop and re-evaluate the world as it is rather than how I wish it were--and it is good, proper, and just. Situations may be untowards at present, but it's the fault of wanting not in sync with Nature's reality.

Many of us are in this same "fix" at present. Let the rains come...embrace them for their healing and their support. Let Her shine her moonlight on the worries we have...and let us see that new dimension the moon gives them.

In the beauteous misty moonlight...

Blessed Be!