The Gift Of September (Amy)

The gift of September, new beginnings, schedule, cooler weather begins to prevail in the morning and evening. This is when possibilities emerge; the spring of the fall.

Hopeful, forward-looking, possibilities become possible.

That the butterflies emerge at this time is not lost on me. l am filled with love and hope and wonder when I see them.

Perched on impossible tiny legs, dangling on the tiniest flowers. Wings opening and closing at a pace that I have to slow myself to observe.

Gentle in all her approach to everything she does.

No urgency in a butterfly. She did not rush to get here.

She is only here a short time and although her job here is important for carrying on the next generation, she works by intuition and trust.

Sometimes we are in the caterpillar stage of life - busy, growing, nourishing ourselves with abandon, fueling for the next thing that life has in store for us. Sometimes we are in the chrysalis - still, waiting, dissolving old habits for new growth to begin. And sometimes we are a butterfly, stretching wet wings in the sun, drying and experimenting with new movement, calm, proactive in our approach, laying down new seeds for our future.