About a decade ago I went there for the first time. I happened to have on a bright yellow sweater. A huge fluorescent blue butterfly (a Blue Morpho) flew over to me and stayed on my sweater for about 15 minutes. It was glorious. Ever since then I've worn yellow to that exhibit. And this past Saturday I was fortunate enough to have 2 butterflies on my shoulder for a while.
|Look closely! She's there!|
But the best part of the trip to the Butterfly Conservatory came toward the end of our visit. Near the exit door the people were gathering to watch a little baby--maybe 3 or 4 months old at the most. He was the picture of rapture, just staring at these butterflies all around. His eyes went wide, his body stiffened, he kicked and moved his arms. It was a dance of awe and self-forgetting. I want to be like that in prayer, overtaken by awe and self-forgetting.