The Journey of a Monarch’s Wing
Each autumn, monarch butterflies embark on a 2,500-mile voyage from Canada to Mexico, their orange wings a flame against the sky. This migration, guided by the sun and genetic memory, is a miracle of instinct: great-grandchildren of the departed complete the journey, navigating to the exact oyamel forests their ancestors left. In Mexico, trees bend under the weight of clustering monarchs, a living canopy that defies winter. Ecologist Lincoln Brower called it “the world’s longest insect migration,” yet it’s also a metaphor for hope—how life persists through generations, connected by an invisible thread of purpose. Holding a monarch’s wing, delicate yet determined, I understand: even the frailest creatures can teach us about resilience, and the importance of preserving the paths they’ve traveled for millennia.