I’ll leave the religious and philosophical ruminations to others, but I rather like where this Monarch caterpillar chose to metamorphose.

At the very least I should explain why there’s a Monarch chrysalis indoors.  My son is starting his life and lives far away–sniff! and yay! at that, depending upon my particular mood.  He will probably never live at home again and I’m in the process of revamping his room into something more usable.  Adding to that, the predicted freeze-that-wasn’t last week spurred me to prune some milkweed with 8 Monarch caterpillars in residence.  I placed the milkweed, with accompanying caterpillars, in jars on my son’s bedroom window sill and am letting nature take its course.

 As of today, there are three chrysalides and five more eating their way to transformation. What can I say?  The parallels of butterfly metamorphosis and Buddhism are too obvious to ignore.

My sister-in-law suggests the creature which emerges will be a Buddha-fly.  I think I like it.