They flew on streams of air through the forest and shimmered in the sun like golden coins from a heavenly shower. Fir and pine tree limbs drooped with colonies of monarchs as though laden with the weight of some bountiful fruit. The gentle feel of movement all around us, their resting kiss on our hands and face was a delightful experience. The butterfly is a traditional symbol of resurrection. In its cycle of life it goes from egg to caterpillar to cocoon to butterfly.
Easter can be that elusive butterfly.
We hear others talk of the spiritual joy it brings. Many times we put off the journey. We are too busy. Other times we decide to go for it. We don't think about the obstacles we will encounter along the way.