On Butterflies, Forbidden Fruit and Discontent

We all struggle with “how things are” at times, and sometimes it seems quite raw. With little apologies, here are some moments from some emails I related to a friend recently…

When I was in first grade, I got chicken pox. Missed 10 days of school. Before I left there was a butterfly chrysalis in a terrarium over on the counter of the classroom near the windows. Every day we would check it. And wait. And wait.

When I came back to class, weary and still smelling faintly of Calamine lotion, I stepped over that first morning to sharpen my thick, green log pencil and saw it: the butterfly. It was perched on a limb in the terrarium and was slowly opening and closing its wings in the sunbeam.

I went into overload. Continue reading