Monthly Totem: Spirit Animal of the Month is the Butterfly

Once a month I’ll be posting a new Spirit Animal. This is both for me to study and learn, but also to help inspire each month.

This month the animal made itself known to me within moments of moving into our new home, because they are everywhere around it.

The Butterfly.

Sure, it’s Florida. Butterflies are far more common, blah blah blah…but I mean everywhere around my house (which has no yard to speak of due to sandy soil and lots of shade, and some poison ivy)…but there is a bunch of undergrowth creeping in from the tree lines and the butterflies flock to them and dance along.

Then, as if to seal the deal, this happened—>>

That’s a red-spotted purple that was hanging out in my driveway. I held out my hand and it climbed on!  Stayed there for probably ten minutes before it fluttered away! I mean, so cool.

Anyhoo…onto the meaning.

Which, I think is fairly obvious to anyone and everyone.

The Butterfly is about transformation – metamorphosis.

Freshly planting ourselves in a new home in a new state is a huge transformation. I’ve also recently come to a big decision about my future that feels like what is supposed to happen, though the transition itself will be hard work and exhausting.

Butterflies are also about a connection to the anscestors. They’re a totem for those who are in tune with the ancestors…which honestly I feel like I’ve been struggling with since I got here.

Our transition was NOT easy, it was not all sunshine and happiness, and the deep spiritual connection I feel I’d been working to forge before I got the job down here feels rather distant and disconnected. I’m working on learning how to establish a routine working on night shift and still including all that I need to with family, home, and spirit.

In other words, though we are in Florida, in this lovely new home, and in my new job…I feel like at this point we are the mass of goo inside the cocoon. We haven’t grown our wings, we haven’t flown yet…but I feel like it’s there.  Though right now it feels like we keep saying “If this happens, then we…”

We are taking steps, though. We went to the beach. We’re going to Disney Springs. We have treated for the disgusting bugs. Hubby is putting out applications and has at least one interview set up. Things are happening to set up that final burst of transformation.

The most important lesson the butterfly has for me this month is that transformation isn’t easy. It hurts. It’s work. In the end, though? It’s totally worth it. 

Life is beautiful on the other side.

We’re seeing glimpses of it.

Life begins at the end of your comfort zone – and that’s where we are. It’s time to transform.

What animal is speaking to you this month?  Do they have lessons for you?  

Diagon Alley Made It All Worth It – Disney / Universal / Make A Wish

Our road to Disney and Universal was not paved with flowers and sunshine. That goes without saying. I could go into logistics about Make A Wish’s former CF rules, refusals, and hope coming our way again, but that’s another story for another blog post. Suffice it to say, it was a bumpy, long road…until it wasn’t.

When the time came for us to approach the kids and say they were getting wishes, and to ask what they wanted, both of them thought pretty hard. I, myself, hoped for Disney, but didn’t push either of them in that direction. I did mention to the obsessed-with-Harry-Potter Kennedy that there was this magical place called Diagon Alley at Universal Studios, but we discussed other options. Things like trips in an RV, remodeling the bedroom were discussed among others.

When the day came, the wonderful Wish Granters asked the kids what they wanted.

Kennedy said, “I want to see Harry Potter World!”  (It was only then that I learned when you wish for one FL theme park, you get both)  I was not upset by this declaration.

From that moment everything flew by in an instant. Before any of us knew it, we were in the limo and on the plane for Florida.

Months of planning, talking, anticipation all came down to that one moment…

You know the one…

The one where we stepped through the brick passage and onto Diagon Alley.

Every moment after when Kennedy’s face looking like this —->>

Excitement. Spotting everything left and right, pointing out everything.

When Ollivander selected her and her sister (believing them twins, methinks) to get their own matching wands.

When she saw, and felt, the dragon breathe fire down on us.

When she sat in the sidecar (look how tiny, my goodness).

Every moment in Diagon Alley that day was so much magic we could have gone home right then and never complained a moment that it wasn’t worth it.

To see K become completely immersed into the world we both loved so much.

Every single second was one I wanted to bottle and hold onto.

That was the moment I knew magic was real.

And the look on her face made every struggle that led us up to and through the brick passage way was worth it.

So damn worth it.

The Florida Saga: Where We’re At in our Move

It’s been over a month since the last update and unless you’ve been living under a rock, you probably know where we are at.

WE ARE IN FLORIDA!!!

After my last post, things went very quick.

I moved ahead of the hubs and kids, and my first month here in Florida deserves (and will soon get) a post of its own. It was an adventure, I’ll give you that much. A good adventure, or a bad one, I still don’t even know.

Anyhow…the husband and kids have finally joined me.

We have a home.

We’re settled around The Villages area, which my self-adopted pops calls “Heavens Waiting Room”…and he’s not wrong. lol.

However, it’s beautiful here. Our new (rented) home is much bigger than our last, and though it needs a lot of work, we’re looking forward to making progress.

We’re still waiting on our main piece of furniture (another month, oy)…but otherwise we’re settling in.

Erik has a lead on a potential job in a surprising place (more when I know more. No jinxing it).

The girls have been granted placement in the charter school, I just need to get all of their paperwork together and get them in for physicals so we can make it officially official.

The girls have their own rooms, and I still have an office space of sorts.

I’ve been at my new job for a month, and it’s going well. I’m looking into some new possibilities in my plans for the future, and life is just opening all sorts of possibilities.

In short…life isn’t perfect (it wasn’t before and I didn’t expect it to magically right itself because of our location)…but we are excited to make it work.

So from now own, there will be no more countdowns, but plenty of updates.

 

Monthly Totem: Spirit Animal of the Month is the Bat

Once a month I’ll be posting a new Spirit Animal. This is both for me to study and learn, but also to help inspire each month.

This month the animal made itself known to me in a way that should seem obvious to have happen, but it was truly a first for me.  During meditation at the beginning of April I had an experience that I wasn’t expecting. Often during meditation not much happens except a sense of chilling out, stillness.

This time, though, several images appeared as silhouettes in my vision…and they were all of my recent spirit animals.  First, the lumbering form of the alligator, followed by the skunk, and the graceful giraffe…then out of nowhere flitted a bat, so clear and strong I knew not to ignore him.

Given that I’m not currently writing this from Florida…the immediate message might have been obviously clear, but I didn’t research him right away so I had no way of knowing what was about to occur and why he’d made himself so obvious so early in the month, when I hadn’t yet even posted about the giraffe.

Today his first and most pronounced meaning is blatantly obviously clear:

When the bat flies in as your spirit animal, he signifies a time of great changes.

Uh…well..I would say DUH, but that would be rude…so…yeah, he totally and completely did.

Maybe I shouldn’t have stopped there in my research, because I’m often digging deep into the meaning of the animals that approach me.

This time his appearance is so utterly clear and in my face, I saw no point in looking deeper. Sometimes, just like us, those spirits are BLUNT. lol.

What animal is speaking to you this month?  Do they have lessons for you?  

I Am Grateful…

As part of my Oola journey, I’m making an effort to be more grateful.  My daily planner has a place specifically labeled for Gratitude. I’d like to spread some of that love here, too.

I am grateful for –

Florida

Crowd surfing

Free activities

Free wifi

Lovely views

Gorgeous hikes

A perfect little house

Last days.

First days.

Anticipation.

Quiet evenings.

New lessons.

Small blessings.

Huge blessings.

Every road block.

Mountains turned to mole hills.

New adventures.

A different view.

Unintentional time away from social media.

Exploring.

Hello again, my old friend Canon….

When Your Healthy Parent Gets Sick

One of the biggest struggles I’ve faced in recent weeks with us moving is my dad being ill.

To be fair, it was his encouragement to not wait that helped us move up our original timeline, but still…

Add to that the fact that my mother and I had made steps to heal our fractured relationship, and it’s been a tug-of-war on my heart.

Then one day the call I’d dreaded came, or so I thought.

My mom called from the hospital.

My head and heart spun with the possibilities of what on earth could have happened to dad…

But it wasn’t him.

It was HER.

The “healthy” one of the two.  She has some ailments, to be sure…but my dad is the one that’s truly ailing.

So when your healthy parent goes in to the ER with chest pains, and has to follow it up with a heart cath.

Everything goes upside on you.

Then you have two parents to take care of.

The “healthy” one isn’t as healthy as you thought.

Who do you check on first? Who do you keep an eye on, and who watches who?

One’s issues are expected, almost commonplace now – but now new panic and worries arise.

And you have to struggle with how to deal with all of that – especially with a parent that doesn’t like to be a bother.

Than, you get the call that you have a job and you’re moving in a month.

While I know they’ve got plenty of help here what with my brother and aunt living close by…it’s still rough to have gotten this job and be moving so quickly after this sort of chaos.

In so many ways I’m still struggling to make sense of my dad’s illness – and I’ve known about it for almost 15 years.

It’s hard to think that I’ll be so far away. That I’ll need to keep an emergency flight fund on hand at all times…and now not just for him, but for mom too because we still don’t know what happened or why she ended up in the ER (the heart cath came up clean, thank goodness).

It’s put a damper on our course.

It’s added anxiety to a relationship that was just starting to mend.

I feel a strong sense of guilt leaving…even though I know this is the right path for us.

I suppose now, more than ever, I’m feeling what my mom felt almost 30 years ago when she had to pack up her family and leave Buffalo to move out here to Hickville.

I knew I was leaving one sick parent…now I worry about them both.

I always thought Mom could survive on pure stubbornness alone.

Apparently not even she’s that good.