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THROUGH MY LENS: monarch memories


One of the last monarchs to emerge awaiting take-off.

Today as I was shoveling only a little more snow off of my back porch, I glanced up at the Tibetan prayer flags I hung fluttering slightly in the wind. They are pretty weathered now, unraveling as they are meant to do, fading and fraying, sending prayers off into the sky. And in watching them I remembered the last of the monarch butterflies I raised clinging to the delicate edges, awaiting their first flights, and how I prayed for a safe journey for each and every one.

It’s been a long and hard winter for me, very dry creatively and emotionally, for a long time. There was even a point back in December, before Christmas, when I was contemplating moving back into town and leaving my sometimes lonely and challenging country life behind.

But thankfully, things have been looking up since the new year began. I had another gentle but powerful reminder today, thinking of the 50 plus butterflies I raised and released, and how if I had not come here or if I ever left this place, I might never get to experience anything like that again. And all it took was one small, beautiful moment to remind me.



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Jacqlyn Thorne

I've never really liked labels: I am this, I am that... But in the interest of introducing myself to the world, I can say that I am many things: nurse, writer, photographer, poet, painter, gardener, friend, armchair philosopher, counselor, nature lover, real-estate aficionado, movie buff, sometime yogi, and aspiring world-traveler. I think that's a pretty good list... for now. I want to become a bigger part of the vital, creative force I feel deeply at work in the world and connect with other people who want to do the same.

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