Monarch butterflies are flying miracles. Sometimes I convince myself that they actually know me, like when I’m able to get close enough to one gleaning nectar from a blossom to touch it with my cheek. In my world, these beautiful beings represent pure amazing transformation…from tiny egg, to crawling caterpillar, to green goo inside the stately chrysalis, to gorgeous butterfly…all in the course of one short month. Talk about a magnificent metamorphosis! Perhaps there is still time for me to transform as well.