A few weeks ago, I encountered a caterpillar crossing a busy intersection at Brandon Oaks. I remained with him until he made the trip and I talked to some of my neighbors about it. It was a good experience in being interrelated to another creature in nature.
In mid-August, I went to the Abbey of Gethsemani in Kentucky. This is the monastery that Thomas Merton entered in 1941. I wanted to immerse myself in his work.
As I was sitting on a bench in the larger garden, a black and yellow butterfly flew toward me and perched on my hand. Words can’t come close to describing its beautiful wing span and color. I tried not to breathe or move.
“Hello there, traveler, I AM a butterfly.”
The two days of silence had finally broken me. “Shhhhhh, this area is to be silent.”
“Not for me, I am a butterfly and a messenger. We talk when there is something to say. You probably didn’t know that.”
“No, I didn’t. Who is the message for?”
“You, my dear friend. You see Merton wants you to find your True Self and diminish that False Self. That unkempt, ugly long hair is part of the mask. Get it cut no later than August 19. This will keep you on the path. HE will teach you many truths.”
“So, you want me to believe that this message is from Merton or maybe God?”
“It’s from those that love you.” He flew away.