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PURE BLISS AT FAIRCHILD'S BUTTERFLY CONSERVATORY

2/12/2014

 
Three thousand butterflies!  

The riot of color was astounding.  I hadn’t found the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow; I was part of the rainbow! 
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There are about 24,000 species of butterflies. That's certainly a rainbow of color!
What is it about butterflies that speaks to the soul? 

Dumb question.  Consider the source.

I was dumbfounded with so much beauty and allegory to absorb, although not enough to render me incapable of taking my usual plethora of pictures.  I was speechless, if that matters.  Just a few oohs and ahs every now and then.
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Antarctica is the only continent on which no Lepidoptera/butterflies have been found.
The gentle creatures inside Fairchild’s Butterfly Conservatory welcomed Jimmy and me with open arms.  It was pure bliss inside this oasis of exotic flora and fauna. 
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Color in a butterfly's wings doesn't come from pigment. Like a prism, the color comes from reflected light.
I’d like my own butterfly garden.  A trust fund would be nice too; a full head of luxurious hair; the two inches I’ve lost to the last sixty years. 

I could start each day with my soul centered, my heart and mind at peace for having communed with these gentle creatures.  They're actually flying insects, but I prefer to stick to positive thoughts.
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This is life on an all-liquid diet. I've got to start drinking more water!
I suppose prayer or meditation would do the trick, but apparently I require inspiration, color, a muse if you will (please, no more heartache) to put me on the path to inner peace.       

Away from the den of distraction (electronics, commitments, cooking, cleaning), I could simply revel in the moment, in the truly beautiful gift of life.  Perhaps if I believed my moments were so few (two to four weeks is the average lifespan of a butterfly), I too would aspire to simply spread joy and wonder rather than waste my time inching my way to the top. 
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Research suggests what the caterpillar learns may be retained by the butterfly that emerges.
But wait! 

It’s come to my attention this morning that my moments are decidedly fewer and fewer, at least according to the mirror.  Damn those slippery silvery surfaces! It nonetheless feels good to be done with the climb to the top.

Thank god for the butterflies.

They offer hope in the midst of life here on earth, proof as my body unravels that my soul will eventually take flight, beautiful and blessed with the sweet joy of my own miraculous transformation.     
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Aristotle gave the butterfly the name psyche, the Greek word for soul.
Joan
2/12/2014 11:54:31 am

Stunning! Fabulous colors!

Sherry
2/12/2014 12:09:53 pm

More fun with Photoshop! Thanks.

Diane link
2/13/2014 07:57:22 am

Wow! What a nice surprise for me as I start reading again. They are simply beautiful. What was your backdrop if you are feeling free to share? The colors are magnificent.

Sherry
2/13/2014 03:23:26 pm

These were all taken inside Fairchild's Butterfly Conservatory; backdrops were nature (flowers, leaves, etc.) at its finest!


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