Saturday, November 17, 2007

Why Butterfly?

It was March 1, 2006, and I was reading a book called God Doesn’t Have Bad Hair Days, by Pam Grout. My mom had given copies of this book to me, my sister, and a couple of our friends for Christmas that year. It’s a book of experiments to test the existence of God, or whatever you want to call the higher power out there. The third or fourth experiment involved looking for butterflies over the course of your day. It had something to do with the principle that what you look for and what you intend comes true and appears to you. It was deep winter in Manhattan, but I decided as I left my apartment in Hell’s Kitchen for the day that I would do the experiment, anyway. The other two or three from the book had worked great and I was having fun playing with a sense of magic in the world, in my daily life.

The backdrop of this story, by the way, is that I was in some significant financial stress, so my desire for a sign from God, Goddess, both, whoever, was rather heightened. Sometimes when your rent is late and you’re not sure where the money will come from, the idea of seeing a butterfly somewhere in your day as a signal that someone is out there looking out for you and magic does exist – that can be highly compelling.

If I remember correctly, I think I even took a trip that day to Food Emporium on 8th Avenue in the 40s, where they have a machine that you can put your change into and it gives you a receipt, which you take to the customer service desk and they give you regular cash, like paper/cloth bills, for it. Honestly, when you’re down to your last few dollars and aren’t quite sure how you’re going to eat (thank God for my monthly autoship of low-glycemic shakes and bars, which I have at times been known to live on when funds are at a low ebb!), it can be rather exciting to take that pile of change from the corner of your desk or that plastic bag you’ve been keeping it in, walk over to the Food Emporium in the cold, and dump your change in that metal tray and listen to it funnel down into the bottom. Then you can watch the green numbers on the black display box counting up the change as it registers in the machine, and while the last few coins clink down and the rhythm of the change fountain slows down, you pray that the total will bump up to the next round dollar. It’s satisfying to be able to say, “Ah! I had $36 just right there in change in my apartment! Aren’t I resourceful to go put it in that machine and get it out so I can actually use it to buy things I need?” Actually, I think once or twice my change added up to $50 or more.

Point being, I think this was one of those days, or at least weeks, when a trip to the Food Emporium with a bag of change was a highlight and a triumph. And in the late afternoon I was walking down West 72nd Street to drop off some timesheets to one of my temp agencies. I usually like to mail them to save myself the trouble, but this time I really needed to have my paycheck that same week, so I went in person to insure timely delivery.

It was very cold and gray outside. And my eyes were peeled, on butterfly lookout. I was endeavoring to embody a kind of detachment from the outcome combined with a positive, hopeful expectancy. Based on what I knew about the laws of attraction, it was important to be clear about your desire and to believe it would come true, and at the same time to let it go on some level. In other words, I was attempting to play it cool, even though it was making me anxious that the day was almost over and I had yet to manifest a single butterfly sighting. I figured that someone, or something, was watching me and monitoring the precise balance of faith, desire, attachment, and surrender that whirled around inside me. And if the balance was slightly off, no butterflies for me! Or worse, maybe all of this law of attraction stuff was crap and I’d been investing my precious time and energy in a total fantasy.

Then something yellow and pink caught my eye in the window of a store to my left. I looked closer. It was a big, cheesy, plush toy butterfly, suspended there in the lower left quadrant of the display. It had black pinpoint eyes and a little smiley face. And there was another one next to it, lavender-colored and smaller, I think. They were hung with fishing line or some other sort of clear, plastic twine – and they were floating there in the window. There was something delightful about how transparent the illusion was and also how much fun it was to imagine that they really were floating there. It was theatrical, actually, and I loved that. I stopped and took the miracle in - and smiled. And felt my heart burn with gratitude.

With that, I merrily trotted down the block to drop off my timesheet at the UPS store below my agency, where they have a mailbox, grateful for the sign that I was not alone, that my faith was not in vain, and that someone, something bigger and smarter and braver than I was out there, working with me. And of course I thought briefly that perhaps I had mastered the balance between the desire and the surrender, but isn’t it funny that when the thing comes to you, you are so much more focused on gratitude to the world for delivering it to you? At least for me, when something magical happens, I am filled with a sense of wonder at the beauty of the world, of life, of all that is, and my own role in the manifestation is still important, but usually it seems less so than when I was actually going through the process of manifesting it. Instead, I often feel like, “Gosh, this was waiting for me the whole time! All I had to do was look!” Or surrender. Or receive.

When I got home, I had an email in my inbox from a friend that contained the word “butterfly” in the subject line, and it included a beautiful story about a little girl and a butterfly. And another one about Wayne Dyer’s book entitled Inspiration: Your Ultimate Calling, and the excerpt from the book in the email was a butterfly story, too. And throughout the month of March 2006, there was a flurry of butterfly stories, symbolism, and references in the online communications between the members of a class I was taking at Mama Gena’s School of Womanly Arts.

It was a time when I desired to break out of my cocoon. I felt stuck on many levels in my life, and I wanted a symbol of release, freedom, and faith. So, among my close friends who call ourselves and each other goddesses of one sort or another, I became the Butterfly Goddess. And I began to attract butterfly images everywhere I went.

Now I feel much less stuck, much freer, much happier and more successful, than I felt in March 2006. But I still like the butterfly symbol. It’s about renewal, evolution, metamorphosis, freedom, beauty, grace, and faith. And it connects to the ripple effect that can occur when one person does something that sets off a chain reaction. I do hope that the way I behave in my daily life and in my personal and professional relationships is part of that ripple effect, for good. And I hope that this blog is part of that, in whatever small or large ways it may be. After all, as a wise woman (my mother) told me, “If you can find butterflies in New York City in the middle of the winter, you can do anything.”

Thank you for reading, and I look forward to hearing from you.

8 comments:

Glorious Gertrude the Fourth said...

Love it love it love it! What a great example of intentional creation and the power of joy and love. Thanks for taking us with you on your magical journey.
Great way to start the morning!
Big Love
Sister Goddess Glorious Gertrude

Butterfly Goddess said...

Thank you so much, Sister Goddess Glorious Gertrude! What a wonderful way to start my morning, with this glorious feedback, support, and enjoyment.

Love to you,
Butterfly Goddess

Sister Goddess Kathy said...

Congratulations on starting your blog! Such a powerful first entry! I look forward to reading more!

Sister Goddess Kathy

Kiki said...

Gorgeous.
You have such an eloquent writing style. Your emotional depth and huge heart sings beautifully in your prose.
I love it.
I love your childlike enthusiam and grace in living your butterfly legend. So beautiful.It inspires me.I love your appreciate and heart in the act of living! Thank you for sharing..

Love,
Kirsten.

Hip Girlz said...

Beautiful! Congrats on starting your blog and for sharing that inspiring story about faith and attraction.

Jennifer said...

I read your lovely first post last night, and realized that I'd seen several butterflies on a hike that yesterday. And then, today, I saw at least half a dozen more butterflies -- in life and in artwork! Thank you for sharing this fun story and spreading the magic of life to your readers. Congrats on your new blog -- I look forward to reading many more posts!

xoxo SG Jennifer (Long Tall Sexy Texy)

Anna said...

Hello Butterfly Goddess in all your glory! What an inspiring story. Thank you. It so happens I use "butterfly" in my pen name to signify transformation as well. Hallelujah to the power and bravery of breaking out of our cocoons. We keep coming.
SG Akiko

auntie mame aka judith said...

fab story and I love your blog - I adore the way you weave a story!
xo
sgc judith
texas jewel