Kamama, Cherokee for butterfly.
I once dreamed I was almost a butterfly– almost. The dream was ridden with anxiety. I felt trapped. I wanted to be free but woke up before that happened. I was glad to be out of that dream.
Shortly afterward I dreamed I was a milkweed plant. Now That was an awesome dream!
Milkweed in seed
I had several Milkweed pods in my freezer when I had these dreams. I was studying and preparing to start a business planting butterfly gardens, which I did the following Spring.
It’s hard to describe the way I felt dreaming I was a milkweed plant. It’s been many years and I still remember.
As a milkweed plant I could feel the process of pollination. I knew that part of me was being blown by the wind around the field and touching the other plants. I felt connected. I felt healthy. I felt free.
The life stages of a butterfly remind me of starting and maintaining a blog.
The connections I’ve made with other bloggers is a similar experience to the way I felt in my dream of being a milkweed plant, which is a feeling of being connected. There is an interdependence going on when we are writing our personal stories. One person’s words touch me, my words touch someone else and then another might read a comment or find a link to yet another blog and it all goes round and round.
Like the wind in my dream carrying a part of me across the field of milkweed, our written words travel across this place where we share our stories, giving birth to new growth in the form of knowledge and friendships.
“– a gift to my people the Cherokee, who honor the butterfly, kamama, in their daily lives as they honor and respect all things in the natural world.” Geyata Ajilvsgi.
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by Greyson Orlando.
Butterfly Gardening for the South, (Absolutely my favorite book on planting a garden to attract butterflies), by Geyata Ajilvsgi, (Introduction, pg x1)
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