We are being invaded by frequent flights of dainty Monarch-like butterflies, brushing briskly throughout our streets and yards. Last night during chatter before my yoga class, I discovered they are known as "Painted Ladies," and yes, our area is part of their migratory pattern. I have enjoyed being surrounded by their crooked and jerky paths, as I try to capture their picture while they take a break on my flowers. I am reminded of the butterfly feeling I had when I was pregnant. It was that first flutter of life within in my abdomen, when you weren't exactly sure what it was you were feeling. It was there, definitely there, but unlike anything you ever had within you before. It bounced from one side to the other, just like a butterfly bumping in a jar. I am having a similar sensation now as I prepare myself to return to work in a week. There is a definite newness within me, but only like a flicker of flame. I wonder if it will be f...