In this week which teased us between spring and a return to winter, I gloried in all-out spring for a couple hours on two different sunny days. I first went with a friend, then returned with my favorite photographer.
I basked in the energy of a massive climate-controlled butterfly garden – the Cambridge Butterfly Conservatory. This week I didn’t consult the guidebook to try to identify each butterfly that flew by – there were too many of them, and they were too energetic. This week I simply observed the warmth and beauty of the conservatory. In 30 years, I’ve never seen the plants looking so lush.
Not only did I revel in the butterflies and the abundant miniature finches, but also in the slider turtles lounging by the pond, draping themselves over the rocks in various configurations.
The butterfly conservatory always nourishes my soul. I love the loud splash of the waterfall. The usual squealing of children was tamed this week by the presence of 10 seniors in wheelchairs with their attendants. I was pleased to enjoy the colour and energy and warmth of the place with them.
I always leave the Conservatory calm and happy, pondering the transformation of new butterflies drying off their wings over by the emergence window. My calm spirit in the midst of all that energy always mystifies me
Questions for Reflection:
- In weeks that tease you between spring and a return to winter, what places of “all out spring” does your spirit inhabit?
- As winter turns to spring, what nourishes your soul?
- How, if at all, do newly emerged butterflies connect for you with the Easter story?