On my grandmother’s birthday, I saw a white butterfly. It circled around me as if it were casting a spell of protection.
Someone very dear to me once shared with me a bit of folk wisdom passed on to him from his grandmother. He told me that white butterflies are the spirits of our departed loved ones. He used to travel for work, and each time, when he was far away from home and feeling lonely, a white butterfly would come to say hello. Each time he just knew it was his grandmother’s way of checking in on him. So, after a day of thinking of my grandmother and trying to connect with her, when I saw a white butterfly, my heart swelled with excitement.
When I awakened that morning, I didn’t realize it was my grandmother’s birthday, but I must have picked up on it intuitively. I just had a feeling that it was a special day, from the moment I woke up and saw glorious sunlight streaming in through my window. The fact that it was her birthday should have clicked the moment I dressed in a floral-patterned scarlet dress, for scarlet was her favorite color and it’s not a color I typically wear, but the moment of realization didn’t dawn on me until I was drinking my tea.
All day long I found myself thinking about portals, about all the times I stumbled on portals or actively sought them through guided journeys and traveling through the dreamworlds. So, when I had a peaceful hour to myself, I decided to journey to meet my grandmother, Verna.
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