On a beautiful spring day I was enjoying a leisurely hike in Coldwater Canyon with Ginger and her two dogs.
A white butterfly flew by and I said aloud, "Hi Pauline."
"Who are you talking to?" Ginger asked.
"The butterfly." I replied.
"Oh really?"
"Yea, it's a tribute to the daughter of one of my clients. She died at the age of nineteen of some rare disease. It's sad but it's a great story. Do you want to hear it?"
"Sure. I'd love to."
"Well, a few years ago I received a call from a famous French singer named France Gall. She was mourning the death of her daughter Pauline. During our session she told me that her daughter loved to paint cats and butterflies.
A couple of weeks later, I was taking a walk with a Korean
girlfriend named Sue and sitting on the road was a white butterfly and
for some reason, I decided to pick her up and she didn't fly away. In
fact, she sat on my heart for the duration of our walk and even in the
car all the way home. This white butterfly sat on my heart for over a
half-hour without budging. Sue was freaking out. In her heavy Korean
accent she kept screaming, "I can't believe it. I never see butterfly do
dat. I play with butterfly all da time in Korea when I was little girl.
I never see butterfly do dat."
Sue was tripping hard. Then I said to her, "Well, I feel this butterfly is my client's daughter Pauline. She's telling me that I need to call her Mother in France because she's very upset."
A few days later my cat walks into my house with a dead butterfly in her mouth and again I heard Pauline say, "My Mother wants to call you but she's too distraught. Will you please call her?"
I immediately called her Mother in France. When she picked up the phone she was sobbing and when she heard it was me she said, "I wanted to call you but I just couldn't because I'm too upset. Today is the day my daughter died."
Finally, another week passed and I was taking a walk in the park and I saw a beautiful Monarch butterfly just sitting there and this time it was dead but it was absolutely perfect. It had no tears on its wings or any other sign of distress. So I took it home and put it on my altar then I heard Pauline say, "Please call my Mother and tell her that in death I am perfect."
And ever since, whenever I see a white butterfly I always say "Hi Pauline."
There is a white butterfly that flies up to my window every morning.
A white butterfly flew by and I said aloud, "Hi Pauline."
"Who are you talking to?" Ginger asked.
"The butterfly." I replied.
"Oh really?"
"Yea, it's a tribute to the daughter of one of my clients. She died at the age of nineteen of some rare disease. It's sad but it's a great story. Do you want to hear it?"
"Sure. I'd love to."
"Well, a few years ago I received a call from a famous French singer named France Gall. She was mourning the death of her daughter Pauline. During our session she told me that her daughter loved to paint cats and butterflies.
Sue was tripping hard. Then I said to her, "Well, I feel this butterfly is my client's daughter Pauline. She's telling me that I need to call her Mother in France because she's very upset."
A few days later my cat walks into my house with a dead butterfly in her mouth and again I heard Pauline say, "My Mother wants to call you but she's too distraught. Will you please call her?"
I immediately called her Mother in France. When she picked up the phone she was sobbing and when she heard it was me she said, "I wanted to call you but I just couldn't because I'm too upset. Today is the day my daughter died."
Finally, another week passed and I was taking a walk in the park and I saw a beautiful Monarch butterfly just sitting there and this time it was dead but it was absolutely perfect. It had no tears on its wings or any other sign of distress. So I took it home and put it on my altar then I heard Pauline say, "Please call my Mother and tell her that in death I am perfect."
And ever since, whenever I see a white butterfly I always say "Hi Pauline."
There is a white butterfly that flies up to my window every morning.
I got this email from a stranger . . . who happened upon my website. This is what makes my life so worthwhile!!
ReplyDeleteWhile on your website I read your story The White Butterfly. I cried. I wonder how often we are spoken to by the whispers of this world and we just don't spend the time necessary to "listen" to what they are saying. Your lessons are beautiful and amazing and it is clear to me that you are of a tremendous heart and that is evidenced by the reaction that those you have read for so freely give back to you. You are a trusted friend, and that is amazing. My day has been brightened. Thank you for your gifts and efforts and the way they lift spirits! Katie