Do you believe in signs? I ask because not only do I believe in signs, but there was a moment a couple weeks ago where I felt in my bones that my belief was reality.
My grandma was never able to visit our house, but through pictures she fell in love with our backyard. The wooded scenery and backdrop, the wildlife I would tell her about. She always used to tell me she would love to live somewhere with a backyard like ours. Shortly after my grandma died, there were butterflies everywhere in our backyard. So I quickly took that as a sign that my grandma was visiting me and finally getting the chance to see our house and yard. I even go so far to quietly whisper a “hi grandma” whenever a butterfly is in the yard.
Which brings me to a couple weeks ago that I can’t stop thinking about. I had been a little stressed and down in the dumps … nothing major, but just a funk that I couldn’t shake. It’s usually in times and moods like that that I’m actively searching for a sign that things are okay and better times are just around the corner.
Butterflies continue to have a constant presence in our yard. Even more now with our newly-planted cottage garden. Which is where I’ve been escaping to when I need a few minutes to myself. Watering flowers is surprisingly peaceful and mindless! 😉 Anyway, I went to put the hose on one of my fern pots and a huge Monarch butterfly came flying out at me. I felt awful! Never would I have disturbed the plant if I knew the butterfly was hanging out in there. Instead of a hi, I quietly whispered “I’m so sorry, grandma!” and moved along with watering …
Well, not a minute later I felt the barest touch on my elbow. I looked over, and low and behold the butterfly was hovering near me before LANDING ON MY ARM. I didn’t dare move. For a good 30 seconds – maybe it was longer, maybe shorter – this butterfly and I were in our own world. Time stood still. And, I just knew it was my grandma. Telling me that it was okay and that everything would be okay. I quietly whispered my “hi, grandma” and an “I miss you” before the butterfly gave a full flap of it’s wings in acknowledgement and flew away. To say I shed a few tears – of happiness, sadness, excitement and utter disbelief – is an understatement.
So, do you believe in signs? Because I do. Call it hippie-like thinking, but I’m all for believing in whatever brings happiness and a sense of comfort.