On Saturday, while upstairs in the lab working on new editions of Terrestre, Chaparral and Muse, I was nudged to go make sure that I had locked my car. Reluctant to step away from my concentrated work, I waited for a good pausing point from the very tedious and meticulous work of pouring essences in specific weights based on notations in a three ring binder. Yes indeed, I use an old school three ring binder, lined sheets of paper and a thin black marker to make notations while blending.
Finally, I headed downstairs with car keys in hand, opened the front door and clicked the closed lock icon on my keys. Since I was down there I turned to check on the potted rose plant next to the door. To my surprise I noticed a Swallowtail butterfly tucked in the corner. I starred down in awe, wondering what she could possibly be doing tucked down there under the thicket of rose branches....and was she still alive?
I zoomed up the stairs of the perfumery like lightening to grab my phone, camera, our dedicated insect tweezers and a small cardboard box, then zoomed back down intending she was still there. Sure enough, there she was. As I surveyed the situation and contemplated what to do first, I heard someone say "I see you found the butterfly I left for you..." I turned around to see Rachel, the manager here at Lena Street Loft smiling from her white Prius. She had just turned the corner of building C as I was standing out there speculating on what to do. I said to her "Oh it was you! I was wondering how she got in there!" Then Rachel said "I found her in the parking lot right over there." I placed my hand on my heart and thanked her for being so thoughtful.
Next, I took the tweezers and very gently pulled her out of the corner, careful to avoid the leaves of the rose bush and placed her into the box. As I walked upstairs, marveling at such a splendid gift, I considered how that voice had taken me out of the revelry of blending to discover the butterfly and have Rachel drive by the perfumery just as I was contemplating what to do.
It also did not escape my thoughts that butterflies are a symbol of transformation, which we as a collective are most definitely experiencing in a giant way. In every sacred moment we have the opportunity to choose love, elevated consciousness, hope, faith and to operate outside the box, in the circular field of oneness.
Dr. Zach Bush, who I have mentioned before, is an absolutely fascinating young doctor with the vision of an old soul, a Merlin of sorts, who can pierce reality and contribute deeply to our understanding of what is transpiring. His non-political, loving and spiritual approach is unique and punctuated by a resounding equilibrium dripping with truth.
He speaks of the collapse of human health alongside with social, environmental systems as one collective monoculture, like corn, soybeans and wheat. We have created an artificial landscape that is diseased. "There is an opportunity here to change the terrain and create a biologically healthy society. We can't help biologically foster society unless we have a diverse microbiome. The device of a microbiome in society is communication, diversity of voices."
If we are to birth our selves a new, like the process the Swallowtail goes through to become a beautiful, new being with wings, then we must see and recognize both our unity and diversity. Feel into the circular, where all the spokes lead us to the center. They are us and we are they, its time to step into the field of recognition and new paradigms.
I encourage you to let go of all the BS that the mass media is spooning out, stand at the center without bias and see clearly, with courage and resolve. There are many interviews and podcasts with Dr. Zach Bush, here is a rather lengthy one I suggest watching in parts and drinking in deeply.
