Butterfly Medicine

My son was under the weather for the first time since being the independent toddler he is now and it felt like we went right back to newborn days. Therefore I instinctively went right back to all the ways that soothed him from the start. The biggest pillar being the humming + song singing. As I am soothing him a song starts coming through about a butterfly flying to him, flapping her wings and sending him a healing breeze. This became ritual throughout the week and he kept falling asleep in my arms as I’d sing. Something every mother knows is pure bliss.

Couple days into battling this flu a butterfly flies up and lands on my son. It brought such a light to his day. But we quickly noticed her right wing was injured. She gave me an opportunity to help my son understand his discomfort. She stuck around for a while as we offered our love and then went on her way.

The next day I found the butterfly taking her final rest in the garden bed with her injured wing now separated from her body. She was  under our wood carved statue of an angel, whose right wing also fell off a few weeks ago..

I believe coincidences like this is God knocking on our door with a message. I had been a little burnt out and off center from the demands of tending to a sick child. I wanted to open and receive but first I had to slow down enough to hear.

So, when my son was napping I took the monitor out to the garden along with butterfly pea flower tea, my fairy oracle deck, some crystals that felt right, sacred smokes and most importantly my willingness to be present and listen.

The art of creating an earth altar puts me in a flow state, offers a different perspective,  and puts me in harmony with nature. As I was creating a mandala around the butterfly with flowers in the garden I received my clarity.

Firstly, the message for my son was an offering. He woke up the morning we found the departed butterfly feeling noticeably better. I sung this into existence. Illuminating our ability to call upon Creator and receive Gods healing on the behalf of the ones we love.

But I also I couldn’t deny the synchronicity of these two creatures both losing their RIGHT wings.

**In various philosophies the right side is associated with masculine or yang energies (giving, action, logic, how we assert ourselves in the world) and the left side is feminine or yin (receiving, intuition, and emotions)

I’ve been on a softening and surrendering journey which has demanded me to sit with my masculine shadow, once rooted in survival instincts and ego.  The two wings breaking fully off reflects a cycle completion for me. I zoom out and look at the world I’m now living in - where my Masculine and feminine energies are flowing through me in a more divine union.

One where my feminine essence of love and intuition flows effortlessly by listening to God’s messages and my masculine serves in accordance to deliver action.

It’s been a journey cutting these cords and creating new patterns while still giving thanks to it all - because ALL parts of us that are alive serve grand purpose.

**Update after writing this - a snake shed its skin under the rose bush a few days later. Truly solidifying the message.