The Miracle of the Blue Winter Butterfly

Floating from one particle of lovelight to another

Photo and Art by Author Jenny Lane and Aiartist

The blue butterfly, with edges of black and white upon its wings, floats on the chill of the Winter air. A miracle of creation. She has no knowledge in the knowing she’s a rarity. A unique being, the first adaptation of existence.

A brand new butterfly, who can withstand the cold upon her frosted wings. She grows in the Summer, gathering strength in sunlight and carries on through the Winter by her moonlight reserves.

Floating from one particle of lovelight to another.

She knows not where the other butterflies have gone.

Yet, she has the inner knowledge they are not far from her heart.

The blue butterfly knows there’s always been a we in her interbeing, with all the colors of butterflies, even if they have gone South.

She has no knowledge of her brightness against the backdrop of the grey. The ability of existing beyond her realm. She only knows she needs to be in the North. Having no knowledge of her magic.

She is a little being of love, of hope, of joy. And when the days grow short, she catches the lovelight from the Winter moon who knows. She catches the lovelight in the wonder and awe of those who see her land…