TAO of the
MAGICAL MONARCHS
At
approximately the 10,500 foot level in the mountains 100k west of Mexico city,
Marnie and I dismounted from our hired horses amidst the twirling of
multi-coloured leaves. The ‘leaves’, though, didn’t fall to Earth - they kept
circling and reattaching themselves to the pine branches. We were at our
destination – and these were not leaves but were, instead, millions of Monarch
butterflies, known to the Mexicans as the ‘Mariposas’.
It
was mid-January, and even by 11AM the thin air was still cool because of the
altitude, the horses skirting frozen puddles along the trail. The Monarchs hung from the tall pines in
massive, elongated clusters, each cluster comprising tens of thousands of the
mosaic creatures, clinging together to share their body heat to survive the
night.
By
the time of our arrival, sunlight was starting to pierce the pine forest
canopy, and as the slashes of light hit each cluster it would slowly become
animated and gradually, all around us the air became filled with colour and the
whisper of wings as the creatures swirled and danced before seeking food from
groundcover shrubs. We were at the wintering grounds of the same Monarchs seen
here in Ontario each summer.
Well,
in a way they are the ‘same’ butterflies, but in reality those in the departing
flight from Mexico each Spring are the ancestors of the ones that we’ll see two
years later - what we see up here is the second ‘leg’ of a stupendous, three
and a half year, four generation migratory odyssey from - and back to - their
Mexican mountain sanctuary. What is uncanny is that none of the insects that we
see up north has previously been here. There is no lead butterfly - there are
no recognized or remembered landmarks to guide the way. The trans-generational
migration arises and is conducted solely on pure instinct.
In
early April of each year the millions of butterflies depart their mountain
stronghold, heading northward through upper Mexico, across Texas and into
Missouri, where they will mate, lay eggs, and die. The eggs will hatch before
autumn, the resulting caterpillars feasting on milkweed and maturing, each then
constructing its individual chrysalis for the pupa stage prior to winter
sweeping the Great Plains. Within the chrysalis, during the winter, one of
nature’s wonders occurs – over 98% of the caterpillar’s body is dissolved [the
technical name for this process is descriptive – HISTOLYSIS] and the -
by now - undifferentiated matter – goop to you and I - becomes the
‘construction material’ for the flight vehicle for leg two on the great
migratory loop. [Again, the technical term for the rebuild process is
descriptive - HISTOGENESIS].
By Spring, the new crop of Monarchs emerge from their chrysalises, spread and dry their wings, and take flight, still heading north to their migratory apogee across Manitoba, Ontario and Quebec. With winter again on its way, the flocks embark on the mating, egg laying, dying cycle - the eggs hatching on the milkweed and the caterpillars maturing - each building its pupa chrysalis and, by Spring, again transforming to the butterfly stage via metamorphosis.
And
then away on leg three – destination the Carolinas – where again they mate, lay
eggs, die, etc. and again in Spring they’re off on leg four across Georgia, the
Gulf of Mexico, Eastern Mexico and ‘home’ to their Central mountain refuge by
late November. Since the ancestors of the particular flock seen by us that
morning had started north nearly four years earlier, three other migratory flights
had arrived and departed in season on their respective spokes of the great
revolving colour wheel.
Never
really knowing ‘home’, the Monarchs which we saw comprise part of their species’
continuous Tao, a movable feast for themselves that never ends – an
intentional, wondrous, magical flight of life ever renewing itself across vast
expanses of space and time.
Keith and Marnie
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