[blockquote source=”LeeAnn Taylor”]”We are all butterflies. And, earth is our chrysalis.” [/blockquote]

When I was a little girl, I believed that wishes were carried to heaven on the back of a butterfly’s wings. And, that with each precarious flitter, my words moved closer to the angel’s ears.

I must admit, I was a bit of a free-thinking, wandering-spirit sort of child. And, where explanations were absent, I allowed my heart to fill in the blanks.

Oh, and my little heart was quite the storyteller, too.

Even as an infant, there seemed to be an inexplicable draw – a divine attraction, perhaps – that would invariably carry them closer to me. I still remember the smile in my Mother’s eyes, as she would retell that story – ‘just one more time’ – about the day she found a butterfly tucked away inside of my carriage.

Maybe they were listening, after all?

And, these days, still they find me – whether perched along a country trail, or settling into the garden’s blooms – these motley-colored messengers remind me of all the love which has been shared.

Isn’t it amazing, how in just a few short day’s the butterfly finds it’s purpose?

To carry their blessings of hope and of love, only to flutter off again?”

[blockquote source=”Haruki Murakami”]”They don’t leave any trace behind. It’s like they’ve been absorbed by the air. They’re dainty little creatures that hardly exist at all: they come out of nowhere, search quietly for a few, limited things, and disappear into nothingness again, perhaps to some other world.”[/blockquote]

Or, maybe they’ve gone to carry wishes to heaven – and, on the backs of their butterfly wings?