I was privileged one year to go visit the Monarch Butterfly preserve in Mexico.  WOW what an experience.  The eastern American Monarch will travel thousands of miles to migrate every winter in Mexico.  The migration is multi-generational.  To think that they have never been to the preserve before, but they know the way.

While I was there, there were thousands hanging on every leaf, branch, and trunk of the trees.  The ones on the leaves and branches looked like a cluster of grapes and the ones on the trunk made it look like the tree was breathing, due to the fluctuation of their wings. 

It is the only place in the world you can hear a butterfly’s wings beat.  They rest on the trees and when the sun shines on them, they stretch their wings and start to fly.  Standing there in the forest when they take off, is quite exhilarating.  It is a wall of yellow approaching you, and you feel like you must get out for the way.  You don’t dare move for fear of hurting them.  They rush past you and you can feel their wings lightly brushing your cheeks.  Some land on you and you swear you are getting butterfly kisses.  Then they slowly fly away, and you know you have been blessed.