Bookkeeping Butterfly

I've always been torn between two sides of myself: On the one hand, I'm an analytical number cruncher. I have a talent for looking at a jumbled mass of transactions and sensing the formulae and patterns that give them meaning and hold them together.It is what makes me such a natural bookkeeper, and also why I'm so adept at grasping advanced musical theory. That side of me is very accountant-like and orderly. It is the side of me that practices for concerts and pays our rent.

A Butterfly By Any Other Name

Yesterday, in the Living Gratitude Blog, I wrote about being willing to let go of the past so that we can be free to grow.   I used the metaphor of the butterfly, who cannot be born without killing off the caterpillar that came before her.  For many years, I have claimed the butterfly as my animal spirit.  A butterfly flits about from flower to flower to gather her own nourishment; in the process, as a by-product, she helps to pollinate those flowers, thereby ensuring that she will continue to have food in the future.