Last night I put my boys to bed and then raced out to my garden, as I do every day, to quickly harvest and tend to it before I lose daylight. I gathered the daily metric ton of okra and came inside with my bowl, and set it on the kitchen counter. I had other things to do and so I went about my evening and didn't get back to the bowl of okra until I was shutting things down for the evening. As I picked up the bowl, I noticed something sitting on one of the pieces of okra.
My grandmother passed away this past Monday. We were not close, and I haven't seen her in many years. There have been and I am sure there will be many times in my life that those facts make me feel guilty, but obviously now there is not much I can do about it, so I am trying to come to terms with it and let it go. I am thankful she is finally at peace and out of the horrible pain she has been in for so many years. And, being a highly spiritual woman, I know she was ready to go home to Jesus. I find great comfort in that and am relieved that she is no longer suffering.
When I finally convinced the butterfly to sit in the tree, it did not go willingly. And I wonder now, if it was a message I didn't catch until today - if the butterfly was there for me, to bring a sign, a farewell, a moment of wonder and amusement. Could it have been the spirit of my grandmother, bringing a goodbye, or perhaps my friend's lost loved one, checking in on me in case I needed comfort. It could have just been a coincidence and a stubborn being that thought my hand was home. I am not sure what I believe, but I do think I can take something from the experience. There is good and comfort in the simplest things, we just have to open our hearts (and hands) to receive it.