I spotted one.

It was alone and fluttering in the zinnia bed, this traveler seemed rather slow, and looked a bit bedraggled. Perhaps it had traveled far on its journey North, to plant the seed for the next generation. It was, as you may have guessed, a Monarch.

This particular traveler brought me a ray of hope, offering the possibility that she or he heralded the arrival of many more to come, soon. The band of travelers that will bring the needed effusion of hope in times of change, and remind us all so powerfully, of the miracle of life, and rebirth, of the power of perseverence, hope and determination, and the power to fly free on a journey to parts unknown for a larger purpose. The symbol of this traveler runs deep in our spiritual lexicon. I look out for it.

As I understand the process, the Monarch leaves Mexico in early Spring and heads north. These emissaries have already lived 8-9 months to make this venture. After they travel north, they lay the first eggs for this round of the summer generations who will travel north. The ones that make it my door are apparently the fourth (or fifth?) grandchildren of the ones that left here last Fall, and left Mexico this Spring. Apparently, the last hatch of the summer have special powers: In addition to knowing, somehow, to fly south, they live longer, 8-9 months (not 2-4 weeks), their wingspan is bigger to help them manage the challenges of the flight, and survive against all odds, and I think they have a deeper orange color. This last generation has a special name ~ The Super Generation

I have images from Last Fall of their epic numbers when the caterpillar count was so large that many stands of milkweed were reduced to stalks in fields. And oh, the monarchs that emerged from the chrysali. Oh their wings, that glowed so brilliantly orange, so proudly shining, and ready to meet the challenges ahead of the long miles.

That was last year.

Where are they now? Will they still come? Will they have time to mate, lay the eggs for that special generation, grow fast and then emerge from chrysalis as butterflies? I hope so. Perhaps they know something I don't. Perhaps it has been too hot, dry or.. something.

I hope, the super generation emerges someplace, and once more flies free in great abundance.

In solidarity with the Monarch, and their ability to survive against all odds, and in hope for their future survival. I will leave the milkweed in my garden. I will, like them, listen to my calling and fly in integrity on my path believing in the impossible in the midst of great winds of change, despite obstacles and the distance needed to travel to my homeland. I will, despite the trials, glory in the flight and glow in the light as best I can, believing that my small effort and the efforts of a few will make a difference. Will make The difference for the future generations to come.

I will hold solidarity, belief and hope in their eternal symbol of joy, transformation, and freedom.

It has been hot this summer. Perhaps they know something I don't. Perhaps they know that more auspicious conditions will arrive soon; and perhaps those conditions will be the perfect ones to help co-create the generation needed to meet the tests and challenges ahead. I pray for this to be true.

Aho, and Bless you Spirit of Monarch.

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