While driving on the interstate I felt something on my left hand. Looking down, I realized that something was crawling around. Luckily, I am not a jumpy person or I would have most certainly found myself in a crash with my car in the ditch. Instead, I shook my hand trying to get it off of me. It did not budge.
Almost as quickly as I had tried to get it off, I felt guilty for doing so. There was no reason for me to harm him (or her). He was causing me no harm, so why should I?
There was nothing to be afraid of, in fact, he seemed quite friendly.
Please let me introduce you to my new friend.
That’s right, a caterpillar.
More precisely an Oleander caterpillar. It is orange with black legs and is in the larvae stage. It will eventually transform into a Polka-Dot Wasp Moth. The moth is dark blue and has white dots (accordingly to the research that I found online).
Delving deeper, legend has it that the symbolic meaning of caterpillar is much aligned with its physical being in that a caterpillar symbolizes transformation, reincaration, and transmutation. What does that mean? Is there a significance?
I am not sure. You tell me….
Crawling up and around my hand, then transferred to the other hand,the caterpillar continued the exploration of one finger to the next until I finally made it safely to my destination.
What fascinates me is how he got onto my hand? Before I got into the car I was pulling weeds in the yard, but I have never seen an Oleander caterpillar in years. I also changed my clothes before I left. I did not notice anything on my hand until I was driving. It was like it just magically appreared.
I will most likely never know how he got here, but then again how many people magically appear out of nowhere? It reminds me of a story someone shared with me not too long ago about someone they had known who was traveling on the interstate when she got a flat tire. Luckily she was able to get the car safely off the road, but the mere thought of changing the tire was something she really was not looking forward to at all. With cars zooming by, and with great reservation she got out of her car.
It was only a few minutes later when a gentleman in a Poursche pulled up behind her car, got out and without much of a word changed the tire. Once finished, he simply got back into his car and was gone. He never mentioned his name. It was like he magically appeared out of nowhere, and then he disappeared.
Some would say there are no such thing as coincidences. If this is true, then it really does not matter where someone comes from or even where they have gone because living life is about being in the moment. It is what is here and now , which matters.
For myself, when I got to my destination and was sitting in the parking lot I started really looking at the caterpillar, seeing him for who he really is. How his head perked up as he was looking around, for example.
There are such subtle nuances throughout the day that we miss, because they are too small. They are often overlooked, and yet they may carry great significance. Small and insignificant is also sometimes how we feel and yet we are as large or as small as we make ourselves out to be.
Because the caterpillar reprents transition, maybe change is on the horizon? Maybe I will soon transform into something of a butterfly. Oh wait, this particular caterpillar turns into a moth. A moth? That does not sound quite the same as a butterfly, does it?
But beauty is a reflection of ourselves. If we see ourselves as beautiful then we are able to see the world and those in it as being beautiful. It matters not if we are a caterpillar, a butterly or a moth. Whatever stage we may be in at the moment, there will be other stages in our lives. Throughout we will encounter challenges. What matters is not the challenges we face but rather how we face those challenges.
“Just when the caterpillar thought the world was over, it became a butterfly.” ~ Proverb
And so can we. Just as we think our world is coming to an end, it may instead be a new beginning.