Butterfly Dance

Last week I made a significant, noteworthy change to my life: I resigned from my job. You have probably heard the phrase, “When God closes a door, He opens a window.” Well, I chose to shut a door myself (with God’s blessings, I hope), and now I am watching and waiting for new possibilities to appear and bear fruit.

For the first time since I became an adult, I have no time obligations, which means I can casually choose how to spend my hours. No more setting the alarm, watching the clock, or making a schedule. When I have trouble sleeping at night, I will not fret because I can nap as needed.

Some people look forward to retirement but when it happens, they are not sure what to do with themselves. I am not one of those people. Instead, I am excited about “me” time and doubt I will have trouble filling it.

With anticipated enthusiasm, I can choose to do something “just because” or not do something for the same reason. I eagerly look forward to spending more time with my family and allocating additional time to writing and other interests. An array of fresh options awaits me, and I feel fearlessly free!

Butterflies can be a metaphor representing transformation, change, and hope. The magnificent, brief life of the butterfly serves to remind us that human life is short. I wish to lavish what remains of mine in flight, savoring the sweet and basking in the garden of blessings that come my way.

Here is a poem I wrote to me and all you Butterflies out there…

Butterfly Dance

Come, butterfly, come

fly hither and yon

till you find the Leyland cypress

Leave milkweed nectar for the young

and feed on the rose of Sharon

as it bespeaks the coming of winter

Absorb mineral from the moist earth

then laze on solid rock

delighting in the warmth of the sun

^{“Teach us to number our days that we may get a heart of wisdom.”  Psalm 90:12}