Okay, so let’s talk about moths. It wasn’t like I woke up one day and decided moths were my new spiritual guide, nothing like that. It started way simpler. I just kept noticing them. A lot. Not just the usual flutter around the porch light, but sometimes during the day, resting on a wall, or even one time, a big one landed right on my window screen and just stayed there for ages.
At first, I didn’t think much of it. Moths are everywhere, right? But it kept happening. Different kinds, different sizes. It got me curious. I remembered someone mentioning once that insects and animals showing up repeatedly could mean something. So, I decided to just… pay attention. Not in a super intense way, just observing.
I started watching them more closely when I saw them. How they moved, their patterns, the way they seemed so drawn to light, even if it wasn’t good for them. I remember sitting outside one evening, and this flurry of small, pale moths kept bumping against the glass lantern. It felt kinda desperate, but also determined.
My Own Little Observations
So, here’s what I started doing:
- Just watching: When I saw a moth, I’d take a moment. Notice its color, size, how it behaved. Was it frantic? Calm? Was it day or night?
- Thinking about context: What was going on in my life when I saw it? Was I stressed? Making a decision? Feeling stuck?
- Jotting it down: Sometimes, if it felt significant, I’d make a quick note. Nothing fancy, just date, time, what the moth looked like, and maybe a word about my mood. Did this religiously? Nah, just when it felt right.
What I started noticing was interesting. Moths often seemed to show up when I was feeling a bit lost or going through some kind of change. You know how they transform from caterpillars? That stuck with me. It felt like a nudge, maybe, about transformation being natural, even necessary.
And the light thing? That got me thinking too. Are they about seeking truth? Or maybe about being blindly attracted to things that aren’t healthy? Saw a beautiful Luna moth once, huge and green, just resting peacefully in the shade during the day. That felt different. Calmer. Maybe about finding beauty in unexpected places, or the wisdom of knowing when to rest.
It wasn’t about finding one single meaning. It was more like building a personal connection. Seeing a moth became less of a random event and more like a little pause button. A moment to check in with myself. What am I drawn to right now? What transformations am I going through, or resisting? Am I hiding in the dark, or maybe I need to be more aware of what lights I’m flying towards?
So yeah, that’s my practice with moths. No magic spells, no definitive answers carved in stone. Just paying attention, being open, and letting these little creatures make me think. It’s become a quiet, personal thing. Still see them all the time, and each time it’s a little reminder to look deeper, both outside and inside.
