If you ever get the chance to wander through El Jardín De Las Mariposas , don't rush. Let the humidity frizz your hair. Let the butterfly land on your nose. Let the caterpillar teach you how to fall apart so you can fly.
There is a certain kind of quiet that exists inside a garden full of butterflies. It isn’t the silence of an empty room, but the hush of a thousand tiny wings beating against the air. I recently had the chance to step into a place that feels like it was plucked from a Gabriel García Márquez novel: El Jardín De Las Mariposas . El Jardin De Las Mariposas
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Finding Magic in the Slow Flutter: A Visit to El Jardín De Las Mariposas If you ever get the chance to wander
One of the docents (who spoke with the gentle authority of a gardener-monk) explained: "Inside that shell, the caterpillar completely disintegrates. It turns into soup. From that chaos, the butterfly is born." Let the caterpillar teach you how to fall
Maybe I was. Maybe the garden reminds us that we are all just flowers waiting to be visited. We need to stop, stand still, and let the beautiful things land on us.