Providing hospice care for a wounded butterfly had not been on my supermarket shopping list that day. But then, Sophia Wisdom needed to get my attention, somehow. The back story: I was longing to study for my master’s degree in the creation spirituality program Matthew Fox had created at Holy Names College in Oakland, but didn’t see how I could financially manage moving to California.
That afternoon my mood matched the sultry Midwest Ohio weather – I was dripping outside with copious sweat, and inside with teary sadness.
Not for long. It’s amazing how swiftly the vision of a vibrant orange Monarch butterfly lying on the steaming asphalt of a shopping center parking lot can serve as an energizing distraction. The butterfly was languishing near the left rear wheel of my car. Her right wing was split. She couldn’t fly. I picked her up.