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.
