We’re All Butterflies Here

….and right then, I knew in my heart and soul that I’m making the right decision for myself and my daughters. Turns out, they’re butterflies too.

A couple of years ago I had a big flood in my basement. It was caused by old pipes and my juicing addiction, but that’s another story.

The water was everywhere but it really didn’t do much damage. In fact, only the things I should have already gone through and thrown out were destroyed. It’s like the Universe decided it was finally time to cleanse my house from the past and force me to move on.

In the boxes that were salvaged, I found all of the cards from my wedding in 2003. I read through them all and paused at the one written in my grandma’s handwriting. She passed away in 2006 and I miss her every single day. I’ve been through these cards many times before but I didn’t remember seeing the handmade, accordion style butterfly inside.

Attached to the butterfly my grandma made with her own hands, was a piece of paper. On one side was a reminder of how sensitive butterflies are. They know situations before humans do and if we pay close enough attention, they’ll tell us when things are great and safe or when we need to protect ourselves and hide. They have an energetic connection to the world. On the other side of the paper were instructions on how to attract true love by throwing the butterfly into the air and asking Spirit to bring your love to you.

14 years after she put this little butterfly into my wedding card (which is a little weird, no? Was she implying I should find true love that wasn’t my husband? She never did like him and I did divorce him 10 years later), I threw it into the air and wished for real, true, lasting love as it flew away. It was a beautiful moment but the real gift was realizing I’m a lot like a butterfly. I’m sensitive, love being in nature, and if I pay attention to energy around me and walk away from distractions, my inner voice will always tell me what I need to know.

Tonight, much like every night, the littles and I talked about our move to Vancouver Island. We dreamed about what it will be like and how different life will be going from a city of 1,000,000 people to a village of 3,400. They said they’d miss a close Starbucks and Indigo but we thought of new places to hang out at and things to do.

After a brief pause, Tenesea (8) looked at me and said, “I think I’ll really like it there mom. This place is so busy, I can barely think or breathe sometimes.”

And right then, I knew in my heart and soul that I’m making the right decision for myself and my daughters. Turns out, they’re butterflies too. It’s time to come out of our cocoons, raise our beautiful wings, and take flight.

Bravely Flying Forward

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