"To the Greeks the butterfly was the symbol of the soul, and it was believed that each butterfly was a human soul searching for a new incarnation. The Celts also believed that butterflies were new souls seeking life. They believed that a woman became pregnant by swallowing these tiny butterfly souls."

I ordered my IM a necklace with a butterfly and some roze quartz which is a healing stone. This was the quote near the necklace on the website.

This past weekend I spent the day in NYC with my IP's and Anja. We went to the museum of natural history, where they were housing a temporary exhibit with live butterflies. All seven of us entered through the double sets of doors, and it was beauty in it's purest form.

We all held out our hands, and little yellow orange one landed on my hand. Her wings were a litle battered, like she'd had a long, tough, journey. She was feeling me out with her antennas, seeing if I was a good place to stop and rest for a while. She stayed with me a few mintes, and we all got a good look at her.

I think that was our soul, telling me she'd find me. Even if we were all looking for her, she'd be the one to find me when the time was right. She's had a long road, though each miscarraige and loss they suffered, but she was still looking for a way to come to be.

Please God, let me help her find her way.