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What serves you in this harvest season--the Monarch's tale
On the eve of this year's Autumn equinox, I took Pepe for a walk at his favorite park, and came across this beauty, feeding on thistle. When I was young, there were Monarch butterflies everywhere, but populations have cratered, dropping by 80% since the 1980's.
So seeing this increasingly rare creature was a delight in itself. But as I reflected on it, she also is a living example of a miracle in two regards.
First, she started her life as an egg, became a catepillar (larva), encased herself in a chrysalis (pupa) and emerged as an adult butterfly, all in about 30 days. What's truly remarkable is that when she enters the chrysalis, she doesn't simply transform; her entire body literally dissolves and then reconstitutes as an entirely different creature. She shed what no longer served her--without grasping, clinging or wishing for something else.
Having demonstrated one miracle, she quickly embarks on another. The Eastern Monarch takes flight in Autumn, travelling over 2,000 miles to forests in central Mexico to winter over. Assuming it survives, it will make the repeat journey back up the East Coast as weather warms.
Just think of the intelligence there. A creature weighing less than a paperclip, having liquified and reconstituted itself, then crosses a continent, guided by the sun, heading to a forest it has never seen or been taught to find.
It's said that there is great practical wisdom in understanding the season you're in--whether on the annual calendar or in the arc of your life. The butterfly understands this, and just gets on with its business, not hoping for a different reality or grasping to a stage that no longer serves it. (On accepting reality, poet Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer says, you can complain all you want about the rain and wish it was sunny, but even while you torture yourself, pining away for the sun, you're still going to get wet).
As I enter Fall (both in the annual sense and the life sense), I'm taking a moment for reflection. What in my life no longer serves me? Like plants leaving the growth season, focused no longer on growth but on sending roots deeper for a more solid foundation, I'm taking the opportunity to discern what needs to be clipped and sent to the compost heap. And also thinking about what helps nourish my roots and establish a deeper, more solid foundation.
The monarch arrives at the threshold of autumn, a living testament to transformation and courage. As summer loosens its hold and the earth begins its slow turning inward, this small traveler reminds us that change asks for trust: to release one season, open our wings, and enter the next.
What serves you this Autumn season? As Mary Oliver asks, what will you do with this one wild and precious life?
Regardless of what season you're in--or how you decide to approach the change in seasons--I wish you well, I wish you ease and I wish you happiness.