Following Butterflies

 With heavy thoughts on my mind, I wandered through the Italian countryside, looking for some guidance.  I found it in the whimsical flitting of butterflies dancing among the roadside weeds.

I was pulled out of my head and back into my heart.  Watching the butterflies I felt reminded to infuse some levity into a seemingly dense situation.

As I continued on my walk I crossed a stone bridge.  Below was an inviting, but scary, dried stream bed.  I really wanted to go down into the stream bed.  The fears that popped up were - I'm alone on this road, and I could get hurt down there and no one would know where I was.  The whole female alone thing.  I certainly felt safer being in Italy then in the United States.

The way down was pretty steep and narrow, also I knew the area had vipers.  But I had such a yearning to go down there.  Then, I saw a "herd" of butterflies, all flitting and dancing, inviting me down.

I was giddy with adventure once I made the decision to drop down in.  It was like entering the Secret Garden.  No one else was there, I had it all to myself and I was delighted.  I found more butterflies, beautiful flowers, and the most amazing rocks.  I have a thing for rocks.  I like to carry them in my pockets.  Sounds silly, I know, but they feel grounding to me.

Later that day I brought the family down to check it out.  They loved it and seemed to have as much fun exploring the place as I did.  It really was a lovely spot.  And to top it off, they were all impressed that I had come down alone.  Even hubby said he wouldn't have done it.