Photos of the Comma Butterfly in Latton Vicarage Garden, by Canon Lynn Hurry.
These photos by my friend Lynn Hurry are of the Comma Butterfly. It is so called because its orange-brown colouring is punctuated on the underwing with a distinctive white comma shape. It has ragged wing edges which, when it is at rest, resembles a dead leaf.
Unlike many butterfly species, which are becoming rarer, it is a success story of Nature, being more prolific and widespread. Some attribute this to global warming. It is commonly found in Britain, Europe, North Africa and Asia.
Spiritually, this butterfly has several meanings including renewal; rebirth; unconditional love; transformation and hope.
Personally, I see in its name ~ comma~ an invitation to pause briefly and for a moment enter into stillness. A comma links two parts of a sentence and so we can allow a pause to be a link between one kind of activity and another. The purpose of this brief moment can be to renew our connection with God and with Nature. The Psalmist of Psalm 46 gives us a picture of a world in turmoil, whether it be of nations; planet earth, or more personal. Throughout this upheaval, God is our refuge and our strength. His voice melts the angry clamour of human voices; of our human spirit. God makes wars to cease, within our hearts leading hopefully to a renewed understanding of God’s presence in our hearts. So, the Psalmist encourages to Be still and know that I am God.
We can see, therefore, that the grammatical pause in this butterfly’s very being has a purpose and a meaning which calls us to reflection, renewal and transformation. This comes if we pause with God.
Too often, in our daily life we are on the go in frenetic activity. So is the world. It is vitally important then to be still and to form a new connection with the World of Nature, represented by the Comma Butterfly, and appreciate the beauty of God’s world. Only then might we cherish all that God has made and find a new hope and a new beginning. Only so might we become deeper instruments of God’s healing love. The Comma Butterfly is known as a pollinator, bringing the means of new life to the Natural World. That is a role we can learn from this butterfly in all our dealings with each other.
“The hedgerows are arching with dog rose blooms, buzzing with bees and heralding summer.”
My friend Gill has sent me this photo of a dog-rose growing in the Lakeland hedgerow near her home. It is a sign that summer is bursting forth in our part of the world, even though June rain storms try to tell us otherwise! The dog-rose is perfect for pollinators such as bees and later in autumn, as its blooms are transformed into rose-hips, it is a source of food for birds.
The legend that gave it its name is attributed to ancient times. It is suggested that the Roman naturalist, Pliny, encouraged a belief that the plant’s roots could cure the bite of a mad dog. Hence its botanical name is ‘Rosa Canina’. The plant was popular for treating bites from rabid dogs in the 18th and 19th centuries. Another view is that the name is related to the hooked prickles of the plant which have a look of dog’s teeth. It’s thorny, unruly stems make it an ideal hedge plant, giving it a density which allows it to do it’s job of protection. It may, of course, simply mean wild rose, of which there are several species, to differentiate it from cultivated and posher roses! Maybe that could remind us that wild beauty is a God-given pointer that Nature has its own way of painting our world with a rare and joyous beauty.
This can be related to some of the meanings of the dog-rose. One such meaning is that of ‘Purity’, especially in a religious and spiritual sense. It is also known for its ‘resilience’in that, whilst having delicate flowers, it can withstand harsh conditions. In affairs of the heart the Dog-Rose has been linked with ‘love and beauty’, in many cultures and mythologies. In Victorian times the flowers were given as a sign of affection which, if returned, suggested an interest in marriage. You can always trust the Victorians to find ways of expressing sentimentality.
Though there is no specific reference to the Dog-Rose in the Bible, it has been linked with the Rose of Sharon In the Song of Solomon 2:1, we read : I am the rose of Sharon, the lily of the valleys. Links have also been drawn with Isaiah 11: I – a shoot shall sprout from the stump of Jesse and from his roots a bud shall blossom, which has been interpreted as a reference to Jesus. There is no real link with the Dog-Rose in either passages and the Rose of Sharon is usually taken to refer to the plant, Hibiscus Synacus.
However, in one symbolic meaning of the plant, there is a direct link with Jesus Christ. The Dog-Rose is strongly associated with Rebirth-and Resurrection. This is partly because of its association with love and purity but it is also linked with a legend about the Crucifixion of Jesus. In this legend there is a suggestion that the tree was once very large and the wood was strong. It was thus able to be used in Crucifixion. According to the story it was the dogwood tree that was used to make the Cross on which Jesus was crucified. Because of this, it is said that God both cursed and blessed it. It was destined to be forever small so that it could never grow strong and tall again and be used as a cross for crucifixion. Also, its branches would be crooked and twisted which would make it useless for such a purpose. Then God also blessed it. It would produced beautiful flowers each Spring, white or pink, as a sign of Easter glory. God also made its petals in the shape of the Cross, each flower having four such petals. In the centre was a crown of gold.
Like all legends there are things that could be disputed but, legends are never made-up stories nor fanciful thoughts. They always contain a truth which, whilst sometimes clothed in mystery, leads us into a deeper understanding. God is always bigger than the words and thoughts we have of him and we would be wise to see His signs and hear His language in Nature and in the Cosmos and also in our hearts where God’s Spirit constantly dwells. So the lovely Dog-Rose has much to teach us and we who seek God’s truth have always more to learn.
In this spirit, I print below an anonymous version of the Legend. Make of it what you will but don’t just dismiss it for it may be that otherwise you will, to quote the poet Frances Thompson, you may miss the many splendid thing.
In Jesus’ time, the dogwood grew To a stately size and a lovely hue. ‘Twas strong and firm, its branches interwoven. For the cross of Christ its timbers were chosen. Seeing the distress at this use of their wood Christ made a promise which still holds good: “Never again shall the dogwood grow Large enough to be used so. Slender and twisted, it shall be With blossoms like the cross for all to see. As blood stains the petals marked in brown, The blossom’s centre wears a thorny crown. All who see it will remember Me Crucified on a cross from the dogwood tree. Cherished and protected, this tree shall be A reminder to all of My agony.
Rosemary’s Quiet Garden at Dunmow, Essex. photo by Mr G.
Quiet Garden
In the Quiet Garden birds sing antiphonally in the monastery of the air.
Ducks murmur gossip across the pond informing prayer[!], as a bee hovers lazily over new mown grass.
Carefully manicured borders teem with joyful colour as plants flower, gratefully supping May-time air fuelling their thirst for new life.
Nearby, a church bell, a single, insistent chime, repeating, marking the moment; calling to prayer. Insects of varying kind respond, their plainchant lifting our souls.
Nature speaks to nature nurturing all Creation within, where God waits to draw us into the Divine heart.
Roses in the Garden at Dunmow. Photo by Mr G.
Mr G. 24th May 2025. [inspired by Rosemary’ Drew’s Garden at Dunmow, Essex, offered as part of the Quiet Garden movement, as a place of spiritual refreshment and re-creation]
Glow sticks and Sticklebacks, Night Swimming. Art by my friend Kay Gibbons.
Abundantly. (a pondering on the Gospel of John Chapter 21: 4- 14)
There were 153 of them! Fish, I mean.
They cast their net in obedience to the familiar stranger. It was a futile gesture towards one whom they vaguely knew from a past now best forgotten.
Wearily, bleary-eyed, minds dulled with a sadness they could not describe, they cast their nets.
Sudden movement beneath the waters the sea swirling and churning with an activity they had not expected. Nets, recently mended after a disuse of three years, strained, grew taut, threatening to burst.
Hard to haul it on board even when arms and minds and hearts instinctively took over. Professional pride in a trade once learned could not be forgotten.
Meanwhile, on the beach the smoke of a fire curled lazily upwards. He bent over the fish, gently cooking, bread crustily browning. How could they not now recognize him?
He called them children. They belonged to him, now more than ever.
The fish were counted, their number recorded. 153.
It would occupy the minds, debates, writings and arguing of theologians down the ages.
Literalists would ponder on so odd a number. Biblical scholars would wonder on the significance and write the odd thesis about symbolism without knowing whatever it meant.
From the beach, he simply said, “Come and have breakfast.” so ordinary, just as often before. but somehow very different. They knew now that they were in God’s presence God was feeding them and loving them.
As he would time and time again in a future where they would touch others with His love. Abundant love, abundantly given and received.
153 ?
The number representing God’s abundance, God’s outpouring of a grace and kindly love for all?
Why not?
[Mr G Eastertide 2025]
{ you can find more of my friend Kay’s art if you go onto Instagram. kaygibbons_art.glass.sculpture}
[][][] The number 153 refers to the number of fish miraculously caught by the disciples in John 21: verse 11.
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