From A Wisp of Wind

Can you believe that a butterfly fluttering its wings in one place can change the weather in another place far away?  I know it is true because I saw a butterfly do just that.

But she wasn’t always a butterfly.  She used to be a tiny caterpillar.  She used to hide behind the door and curl up in a little ball so that no one would step on her, or scream when they saw her, or even notice her. 

One day after eating and growing, she spun a silky cocoon around herself.  She thought it would be the best place to hide.  Something happened. She was still herself, and yet everything changed. . .

When she came out of the cocoon, she could fly!  Everything looked different from up in the air.  She could see flowers, and trees, and beauty all around her.  She didn’t want to hide anymore.  The butterfly fluttered first close to home, and then she tested the strength of her wings.  She flew over the trees, and then over the mountains.  She even flew over the ocean.

She fluttered her wings and flew to another land where she met another tiny caterpillar.  He was frightened because he was nearly stepped on, and a little girl screamed when she found him crawling on her shirt.  No one ever noticed him, and he felt all alone. 

The butterfly didn’t know what to do.  She wanted to talk to the caterpillar, but he spoke a different language.  She wanted to tell him that one day everything would change, and he would no longer be afraid. She wanted him to see the beauty of the world, but he didn’t yet have wings and still had to crawl on the ground. She wanted to help him, but she didn’t know how to.  When it was time for her to fly back home, she promised herself that she would never forget the caterpillar in the faraway land.

The caterpillar had never had a friend, much less such a beautiful one as the butterfly.  He loved to watch her swoop and come to a gentle landing near him.  Even though he couldn’t understand the butterfly, he was very sad and lonely when she left.

He ate and grew, but he kept crawling on the ground hiding from all the big things that scared him.   Then one awful day a terrible storm came.  Now the caterpillar wasn’t just afraid, he was terrified.  He hid under a rock until a puddle nearly washed him away.  He hid under a leaf but it didn’t protect him from the wind.

He thought he would drown so he climbed on a branch and spun a cocoon to protect himself, but the storm became fiercer.  There was hail and lightening with big rumbling thunderbolts.   The wind was so strong it was going to blow the whole tree away with the branch and the tiny cocoon clinging to it.

Back in her home, the butterfly listened as the sun and the birds chattering about the storm in the land far away.  The butterfly knew in her heart that the caterpillar was in danger.  There had to be something she could do.

So, she fluttered her wings.  The air stirred around her.  Then she fluttered some more until she was beating a tiny wisp of a breeze.  Then the breeze whipped up stronger until it became a wind.  Then the wind traveled over the trees, the mountains, and the oceans until it had the force of a gale.  When it finally reached the far away land, it pushed the storm clouds until the rain and the lighting had to leave.  The sun came out warming and drying the cocoon.

Hardly daring to believe he was safe, the caterpillar came out of his cocoon.  Except he wasn’t a caterpillar anymore!  He, too, was a butterfly.  He stretched his wings and flew around looking at the world from far above.  He looked at the flowers and the trees, and beauty all around him. He no longer felt like hiding!  

What about the butterfly?  She just kept fluttering knowing that her tiny wings were big enough to move storm clouds, and that in her heart there was more than enough love to help a caterpillar become a butterfly in a land far away.

To Carlitos, Jasmine, Aaron, Elenita, Alexsandra, Joel, Isaac, Benjamin, Andre, Evan, and Jonathan for the many times you have blown the storms away,

To those at the Shalom Center as you come out of the cocoon and learn to fly,

And to those all those who dream of Shalom, may you never stop fluttering your wings.

  

Elena Huegel

May 30, 2005