Today I was treated to a living lesson on resurrection...at least that's how I like to look at it.
I ventured outside to our back porch today despite the fact that it's overcast and threatening rain. Our privet hedge is in full bloom and is perfuming the air with such a delicately sweet fragrance it's almost like an instant sedative. The aroma just melts away all tension and imbues me with an overwhelming sense of...peace.
What's even more calming is the presence of butterflies...dozens of them. They're all flitting about the hedge in pursuit of nectar. They're EVERYWHERE. Beautiful little orange and black butterflies called Vanessa Atalanta or, more commonly, Red Admirals. I haven't seen so many butterflies on this hedge before. Ever.
Of course, whenever I look at butterflies, I start thinking about the incredible metamorphosis that takes place in their life cycle. They start out as mere caterpillars and then cocoon themselves and emerge as...something else. Something new....something....GLORIOUS.
Sorta reminds me of The Resurrection. New hope. New beginnings.