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Monarchs at Lobster Cove, Monhegan Island, Maine

Butterflies and Joy

To Save the World or to Savor the World

October 25, 2018  |  by Bryan Pfeiffer  |  25 comments  | 

If there were a way to measure the joy we get from nature, to grade it on some sort of scale, then 200 orange butterflies in a meadow full of purple wildflowers would probably rank somewhere near the top. And put that meadow beside the ocean on a crisp autumn day. Yep, that’s big on the “Nature Joy Index.”

And if for some reason you don’t care for butterflies, then imagine your own kind of joy. It doesn’t really matter to me what you come up with, as long as you can love it in multitudes. Like maybe those chocolate marzipan candies or the Bach cello suites (all of them) or the Boston Red Sox. And the love has to run deep, like a mother and child or Orpheus and Eurydice.

Now maybe you can relate to the butterfly joy I’m about to lay on you. It began last month with Monarchs in a meadow at the southern end of Monhegan Island, 12 miles off the Maine coast. A million years of evolution had directed the Monarchs to leave the island, to launch out to sea, southwest on a flight they’ve never undertaken, a migration guided by nothing more than the winds and the sun and the butterflies’ own genetic memory, a journey of 2,400 miles toward Mexico.

But the Monarchs did not leave Monhegan Island that day. Headwinds from the south kept them bottled up near the shoreline, where they floated around and sipped nectar from a patch of purple asters no more than 50 feet in diameter. Fair enough. So there, at the edge of the meadow, I stopped to consider my options. I had two:

Option One would be to photograph the butterflies for my work as a field biologist this autumn (yeah, I actually get paid to take pictures of butterflies). Option Two would be to catch as many of the Monarchs as I could in my net and tag them with a little sticker so that their journey might be tracked as part of a research project. Each option — employment or science — seemed worthy.

I did neither.

Once I got inside, one among Monarchs, I dropped to my knees and looked around. Nothing else — just me and the flowers and the fluttering.

Instead, slowly, gradually, into the fluttering mass of orange and black, into the waving meadow of violet and lemon, into this lovely maelstrom … I waded. And once I got inside, one among Monarchs, I dropped to my knees and looked around. Nothing else — just me and the flowers and the fluttering. And only at that moment, when neither my camera nor my net mattered, did intellect give way to the joy of these butterflies.

It makes me think of something E.B. White said: “If the world were merely seductive, that would be easy. If it were merely challenging, that would be no problem,” White told The New York Times in 1969, setting up this utterly delightful idea: “But I arise in the morning torn between a desire to improve (or save) the world and a desire to enjoy (or savor) the world. This makes it hard to plan the day.”

I had planned my day, by carrying a camera and a net. But once I stopped to be with the butterflies, and to be nothing else, to have no other purpose with them, I needed no plan. The Monarchs went from being data to being an experience. And that was a great reminder for me. Rather than things to photograph or to catch, the Monarchs reverted to wonder: a swarm of orange butterflies in a purple meadow. Next to the ocean! An 11 on the Nature Joy Index. (Eleven — you know, it’s one more joyful than 10.)

Better yet, there in the meadow, I became the migration. I found myself in one of the great events in all of nature: the audacious journey of an insect that weighs less than the wind. And I loved like Orpheus and Eurydice.

To save or to savor. I’m not as conflicted as E.B. White. I’ll opt for both. At one point there in the purple meadow, I looked up and outward, southwest across the Atlantic, where I could sense the gentle curve of Earth. I imagined a lone Monarch out there, cutting a flight path toward Mexico. And in that moment of wonder, the world got a bit smaller, it stopped spinning so fast … and it became so much more worthy of saving.

PhotoShop “painting” above © Bryan Pfeiffer

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25 comments
  1. Nancy Illman says:

    This was posted to our joy seeker’s group on facebook, the “dragonfly hummingbird joy posse” – we love your message and we love your logo! Thank you so much, Nancy

  2. Ann Creaven says:

    Interesting that your photoshopped picture painting expresses your experience better than a sharp photo. I’m mulling that over….and loving it.

  3. Linda M Mirabile says:

    Lovely and a good reminder. Of course, I’m in need of sitting in front of my computer at 7:19 on a Sunday morning to read this! But now I’ll turn it off and head out to the light wet snow falling this morning and take in the smell of oncoming winter. For me, a time to quiet down and create. BTW, Bryan, terrific illustration.

  4. Carol Lemmon says:

    Bryan, this is beautiful! Thank you for this. It makes us all pause and enjoy what we see.

  5. Elise says:

    Beautiful prose! Touching many strings.

  6. Pamela A. Taylor says:

    A beautiful spiritual experience to commune with them for sure. They are such wonders of nature.

  7. Maeve Kim says:

    That is an absolutely lovely essay, Bryan. Thank you!

  8. Bernard Paquette says:

    Observe, breathe, relate. Observe, wonder, catch your breath. Observe, be one with nature, try to remember to breathe – once in a while.

    TY Bryan for slowing us down, reminding us why the science is so important to begin with.

    Bernie

  9. Len Dessormeau says:

    It seems to me that there is an increase in the Monarch population. At least I saw more of the here this year here in Vermont.

  10. Dru Macy says:

    I’m so glad I read this! It’s presently snowing out, yet I can feel the warmth…

  11. Sheena says:

    Thanks for a beautiful reminder of who and what we really are.

  12. Leigh Hayes says:

    Forest bathing, monarch style! Thanks for sharing your experience, Bryan.

  13. Mark says:

    That sounds like an absolutely fantastic experience. You made a good choice to just be with them.

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