We have spent the last couple of months watching (a disgusting sight really) little tiny caterpillars become big fuzzy, makes-my-stomach-queasy caterpillars.
One caterpillar ate another.
Then they began the race to the top! Time for cocoons! Many of them made it successfully. Some tried and could not hack it. But they tried, oh yes, they tried!
One caterpillar even knocked a cocoon in the making to the floor…and ate it.
Another hung from the top…waiting for the cocoon to happen. It didn’t. And the caterpillar died–hanging by a thread.
Then they came forth, beautiful butterflies bursting in color! And we saw their meconium (EWWW!), which is also disgusting.
We had FIVE butterflies!
Then the cat ate one (it’s what cats do). And we had four.
So we aren’t just doing science, we are also doing MATH.
We decided it was time to let them fly. They would not fly. They clung to the ground in fear…what is this? They must have been asking.
They’d fly to live about two weeks and then die.
The circle of life. The butterfly cycle of the painted lady is a short one. About 8-10 weeks from egg to butterfly and then it is over.
Reminds me of Solomon, everything is meaningless, a chasing after the wind. In the in between time, we try to do life that matters. Sometimes we eat others alive or plot their destruction. Sometimes we try to get to the next level and we just hang there….stuck.
In times like these, it makes me think that we should just give up…for our cycle is short.
And the circle of life can be mean.
And we LIVE. It’s what we do.
So really, I have to disagree with wise Solomon. Everything is not a chasing after the wind.
The waves we make on our little bitty pond really DO count. Can I prove it?
Well, I can. I have seen time and time again the IMPACT we make on others–for good and for bad–we do in fact make a difference. I pray to be the good one.
So fly. Don’t be afraid of the future. FLY. God is with you mighty warriors!