The Monarch Waystation

Where do butterflies go when they’re between where they started and where they’re meant to be?

They’ve done the hardest part: surviving the transformation. But now they need to fly. Even with wings, it’s not an easy journey. The butterfly’s wings are delicate, the sun casts shadows, and thunder rolls somewhere in the distance. She can flutter and float, but even she needs to rest her wings.

So she stops at the Monarch waystation.

An oasis where she can pause, appreciating how far she’s come even as the distance ahead waits for her. There is nectar, sweet blossoms. A soft landing pad for her toes. It would be an easy place to stay, to live simply among the green and pink. She sees the others around her who do.

But the butterfly must continue her migration. This is only a place to rest. So she enjoys it while she can. Takes what she needs for the journey ahead.

And that’s the beauty of the Monarch waystation: for some, it is a place to live.

For her, it is a stop along the way.