We stand by the neighbor’s flowerbeds and watch butterflies dance and skip across the petunias.
|Black Swallowtail in the Petunias|
I learn that this butterfly tastes the flowers with her feet to decide whether she wants to drink the nectar here. The dance we observe is a taste-test (who knew?). Next, she unfolds her proboscis (a straw!) to slurp up the nectar inside the flower.
|Black Swallowtail Tasting with Feet © Live with Flair|
Then she dives into the flower she wants and drinks.
|Black Swallowtail Drinking Nectar|
I watch in amazement at the tasting dance. She’s discerning–picky and sensitive–about where she quenches her thirst. I find myself remembering the dance and longing for the kind of sensitivity that would alert me to where and when I might dive in.
Our feet will take us many places during this new season, but I only want to dive deeply into places of real nectar. If it doesn’t suit me, I rise in the dance and skip on to new openings. So many cups beg for our sipping. I want the nectar made for me.
Journal: What will I say “no” to this new upcoming season?