Apparently, butterflies can’t see their own wings.
They are unaware of their own beauty. Mind you, I doubt they’re very concerned with it. I would think that they’re happy just being a butterfly – experiencing and living the result of tremendous personal transformation.
Witnessing their own beauty reflected back at them in the wings of fellow butterflies.
I like the idea of simply honoring the outcome of personal transformation and allowing the beautiful result of that journey to speak for itself.
Thank you, beautiful butterflies for your medicine of humility and transformation.