I mean, I get so frustrated with my insufficiencies. I set aside an hour this afternoon between painting and picking up my kids from school to work on this post. I posted it after i completed it and it was up, then it was deleted. I am sorry I made this mistake before I posted that this post was up and running. I feel like Im continually learning, constantly. Well, let me just skip to the reason I chose to paint a monarch migration.
I decided to paint this for an art auction I am participating in my home town area. It is an event called Handcrafted benefitting 99 balloon. www.99balloons.org, check em out they're awesome. I have been wanting to paint a monarch migration for some time now and it seems to be fitting for this event. I have seen snippets of the monarch migrations throughout my life, but I want to see the kind I see in pictures, it literally look like a PAR-TAY in the sky! They look like confetti!!
This event happens every fall and it so intriguing. They make their way to Mexico to escape form colder temps, find more food, etc. Really, there is a lot of undiscovered mysteries to this whole process. The really amazing thing is every year they follow the path the relatives the year before them took. How do they know this path? The group before them already died off. They go to the trees the generation before them went to, how do they know this. Here in SoCal, they tend to reside in the Eucalyptus trees.
Here's what they remind me of. They remind me that being in a community that believes and acts on their beliefs is the most effective and flourishing way to live. You help each other out, like the butterflies, you let each other know when it time to migrate because you recognize this is best for you and it will sustain you. I also know community can be really hard to build.Like the butterflies, I am reminded that the lasting effects of generations before me can become like second nature and if taught and applies in a healthy manner, this can be powerful. These little butterflies teach me that I can only handle a certain amount, don't try to push it too much(I always do this) when I do this other things and myself start to suffer.
I feel like as I get older my way of thinking becomes a little more simple. I can't always waste a lot of energy trying to figure things out that don't have an immediate answer and I may never know the answer to certain things. But, I can look to examples before as reminder like these pretty little butterflies or the seasons changing. There is time and purpose for these things happening. Sometimes they remind me to rest, to flourish, to embrace newness, except things withering away, but theres always the next season waiting for me.