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Also wrote a song called Blue Butterflies. It speaks to my sending Blue butterflies as a sign to my daughter after I die.
I have Native American cards. I keep the Blue Butterfly card as a bookmark in my poetry book.
Absolutely my spirit guide is a butterfly. Can anyone tell me more about the symbolism?
@ghandigirl in a system I work with, Aura-Soma, the color blue represents PEACE, among some other keynotes. And as for the butterfly, such a lovely totem, certainly a creature that teaches about transformation and all it’s various stages. 💙
@ana oh how I love COYOTE! Take a look at the work of Ted Andrews book, Animal Speak. If it calls to you, like it did to me I trust you will be thrilled with it.
But I also think it is good to sit in silence and think of the creature, as they ALWAYS have a message for us, sometimes that goes well beyond what a book may say. Things I consider are: time of day, direction they were going, how I was feeling at the time before and afterwards as a result of seeing the creature.
how I was feeling at the time before and afterwards as a result of seeing the creature.
one morning i walked out of my back door with a friend, and we saw hundreds of white feathers all over the yard. Up on a tree branch, a hawk was devouring a dove. I became very upset, and my friend was like "look, everyone needs to eat" and i said, "yes, but don't you see what this means? -it means the war has started! After everything we have done to try and prevent this, you and me and a million people in the streets of San Francisco, and people all over the world, protesting and praying and pleading for months on end- and yet the bloodthirsty bastards went ahead and did it anyway!"
My friend said something like "And you got all of that, from a couple of birds doing bird stuff in a tree in your backyard? Why are you always trying to make connections and find meaning from random things?". I asked him "Have you ever seen a white dove in San Francisco? This was not an albino pidgeon. It was a white dove. And yes, there are hawks in Golden Gate Park, but i have never seen one in my little inner city garden. What if you were to go home and find, say, a buffalo on your balcony? Wouldn't you have questions?"
I walked him to his car in the alley. Half an hour later, the phone rings. It was him. "The birds were right, man. I just turned on the news... I haven't checked the balcony yet".
It was March 20, 2003