My Butterfly...

OK it's just weird, but in a great way.  Remember how I had an experience with a butterfly several weeks ago?  I had another today.
 

I parked my car in the lot, at work, and noticed the same type of butterfly just hanging out, on a rusty pole.  It opened and closed its wings several times.  I greeted it with a happy hello and wondered if it was yet another sign.
 

About two hours later, I went to my car, and it was still there, in the same spot.  I asked it, "Are you a sign of positivity and good things for me?"
It fluttered its wings again.
 

I took it as a "yes."  :)

A Beautiful Sign........

I found some inspiration.  At least I think I did.   This afternoon, I spied a butterfly outside my office building, on the ground.  I gently moved it out of the path of cars that park in the lot.  I watched it for a while, wings mostly black with stunning orange arcs on each side.  Brighter than a ripe pumpkin.  Speckles of white also dotted the feathers.

It let me stroke and feel its wings.  The antennae would move, but its body would fall to the side. Each time I placed my finger gently along one wing to help 'right' it, it would lean over again.   My only hope was that it wasn't suffering.  Several minutes later, it was gone, no longer moving. 

I decided to honor it by taking it home as a sign and muse.  It was some cosmic message from the universe that it was meant to be with me.  It was meant for me to walk out that door,  at that very moment, to come upon it.  Mother Nature knew I would hold it most sacred.  Indeed, it's a treasured gift.