The Whisper of Wings
A Kaleidoscope of Meaning
Did you know a group of butterflies is called a kaleidoscope?
I didn’t—until recently, when my friend Sarah, a stone listener and whisperer, shared that little gem with me. The moment I heard it, it stopped me. Kaleidoscope. What a perfect way to describe the beauty, movement, and quiet magic butterflies bring into our lives.
They’ve been appearing in mine for as long as I can remember.
When I was around eight, my mom’s best friend, Janet, passed away. Though I was so young, she left a lasting imprint. Since then, she’s shown up again and again—in the form of butterflies. During joyful moments, hard moments, and those deeply sacred spaces in between, a butterfly would flutter by, and I’d feel her love. Her presence. Her gentle way of saying, “I’m still here.”
One of the most unforgettable moments happened during my junior year at Grinnell College, in the glass-walled Fine Arts building. I was supposed to be learning piano, but my professor—a jazz and blues lover—offered something different that day. “Why don’t you sing,” he said, “and I’ll play.”
So I sang—from my heart, from my belly, from someplace beyond words. As my voice blended with the music, I looked out the window. The massive tree just outside was alive—a kaleidoscope of monarch butterflies, wings rising and falling in time with our song. I later learned it was a sacred landing spot along their migration path. But in that moment, it felt like a sacred landing spot in mine.
Another time, I stepped outside while on the phone with a dear friend who was awaiting serious medical news. I was holding space for her, reassuring her with all the love I had. “My heart feels everything will be okay,” I said. And then, I turned—and gasped. A turquoise bamboo tree, usually bare, was bursting with color and fluttering wings. Another kaleidoscope of butterflies. A soul confirmation.
This is the energy I feel through both butterflies and sound. They arrive gently, but they shift something inside us.
As a sound healer, I’ve learned that not all healing is loud. Sometimes it’s a quiet hum, a whisper, a wingbeat.
Sometimes, it’s simply the sound of your own breath—the first instrument, the original rhythm, the reminder that you never need anything outside of yourself to come back into harmony. Your body already knows how to heal. You carry the tone of your own peace.
Life can feel full of rum-tum-tum—the noise of change, uncertainty, and becoming. But beauty and peace are always present when we pause, breathe, and listen.
So thank you for letting me share these stories.
And wherever you are on your journey, may you be touched by something sacred—perhaps even a kaleidoscope of butterflies. May it land softly, like a song from the soul of the universe.
And always remember… I love you.
—Pamela
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