This morning as I opened my car door, and pushed my sliding car seat forward to slip my lunch bag behind my seat, I noticed I had a guest. It was a beautiful butterfly with it’s wings closed as if it had just landed on a flower. It baffled me as I thought about how and when the butterfly floated into my car, and without me noticing. I know it had to have been inside for at least one day, as I hadn’t been in my car since the day before yesterday. I blew on the butterfly to see if there was a chance that it was still alive, but as I suspected, it was not. I began to feel a rush of emotions come over me: sadness, pride, compassion, sympathy, longing, and love. Here I was, unsuspecting, receiving what I now view as a symbol, a gift, message of what’s to come. This butterfly, for a reason not yet known to me, chose to lay itself to rest in my presence, promising me transformation, everlasting knowledge, and freedom. I learned that butterflies are associated with death and rebirth, much like their life cycle. They represent the souls of people who have passed away, as well as a sign of new life. It could be that the spirit of my great-grandfather, my cousin who was taken away from our family a couple years back, or the soul of someone or something I have not yet met has come to pass a message. It could be a symbol of life that I am now charged with bringing into this world. Whatever it’s meaning, I feel honored by the visit, and wanted to share it’s beauty with you.