So, since mom passed, there has been some weird connection with this black, blue, and orange butterfly that seems to be my constant companion. Seriously, almost a daily occurrence. Not sure what to make of it??? Butterflies are a symbol of transformation to me... the caterpillar becomes a cocoon, then transforms into a butterfly... Same essence, yet takes on different forms. This one is more blue than black, with orange on tips, but same three colors. I was surprised today to get a friend request on Facebook from a lady that plays tennis way above my level. I checked out her Facebook page and saw her most recent post... it was the picture above of this butterfly that she saw in her garden. She said, "I think this beauty is at the end of her life." I commented... "... or is she at the beginning? Maybe just transforming, once again, into the next phase?" Do we end, or is the end just another beginning into the next phase of life???
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