Cedar Valley News
Fictorial Number 417 · September 18, 2026
A Home It Has Never Seen
By Dan Larson
A woman came to see me last week, standing at a crossroads in her life, and she asked me a question I could not answer. She wanted to know how it would all turn out.
She was being drawn toward something. A change, a leaving, a leap she could feel pulling at her, and she wanted, before she took a single step, to see it all. The map, unrolled and explained. The ending, guaranteed. And until she could see it, she would not move. I understood her completely, because that is exactly how I am built, too. We want the certainty first, and the courage second. We almost never get to have them in the right order.
I did not have an answer for her. And then, walking home in the last of the light, I saw a butterfly.
It was a monarch, an orange scrap of a thing, no heavier than a single paperclip, resting on a late flower. And I got to thinking about where it was going.
Because this monarch, or one just like it, was about to do a thing I still cannot quite believe, though it happens every autumn above our heads. It was going to fly, on those paper wings, as far as 3,000 miles, all the way to a small stand of fir trees high in the mountains of central Mexico. Not just anywhere. To the same few acres of forest, sometimes the very same trees, where the monarchs have wintered for longer than anyone knows.
And here is the part which stops my breath. This butterfly has never once been there.
It cannot have been. No single monarch lives long enough to make the round trip. The ones who reach those trees are the great-great-grandchildren of the ones who left the spring before. No elder flies ahead to show them the way. No one teaches them the route. They have never once seen the place they are flying toward with everything they have. As the scientists say, they are flying on genes, not memory. Each one is making the journey for the first and only time, steering by the angle of the sun and by something written down inside them they did not put there and could not explain if you asked.
They do not have the map unrolled before them. They cannot see one inch of the way. They have only the pull, and the sun, and their own paper wings. And they trust it, and they open those wings, and they go. And against everything, every single autumn, they arrive.
I have thought about the butterfly ever since. Because I believe a map is written into you as well. Not on paper. Written deeper than paper, in the part of you which aches toward a home you have never seen, which pulls you toward the person you have not yet become, which whispers this way, this way, even when the way is dark, and the whole of it is hidden. We give the pull many names. Longing. Conscience. The still, small voice. I know very well what I call it. But whatever its name to you, the monarch teaches the same plain thing about it.
You do not need the whole map. You never once get the whole map. You need only to trust the pull enough to open your wings.
The woman at the crossroads is still deciding. I hope, before too long, she stops waiting to be shown the ending, because the ending won’t be shown to her. It was never shown to anyone brave who ever lived.
So here is my quiet question for you this Friday morning.
What are you being drawn toward, right now, which you cannot yet see the end of? What home, what change, what leap of a thing, is pulling quietly at the edge of you?
And how long will you stand on the flower, waiting for a map you were never going to be handed, when something in you already knows the way?
The monarchs are lifting off, even now, toward a forest they have never once seen.
Open your wings.
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This fictorial is part of the fictional Cedar Valley News series, written by Evan Swensen, Publisher, and Claude Marshall, AI Developmental Editor. While Dan and his town are fictional, the science is real. Each autumn, monarch butterflies east of the Rocky Mountains migrate as far as roughly 3,000 miles to a small number of high-elevation oyamel fir forests in central Mexico, returning to the same overwintering sites, and sometimes the same trees, used by earlier generations. No single butterfly completes the round trip; those reaching Mexico are several generations removed from the ones which left, and have never made the journey before. They navigate largely by inherited instinct, using a time-compensated sun compass and, researchers believe, a magnetic sense, rather than learned memory. Monarch numbers have declined over recent decades, though the most recent overwintering survey showed a substantial increase. Sources include National Geographic, the U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service, and monarch migration research.
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This is Publication Consultants’ motivation for constantly striving to assist authors sell and market their books. ACM is Publication Consultants’ plan to accomplish this so that our authors’ books have a reasonable opportunity for success. We know the difference between motion and direction. ACM is direction! ACM is the process for authors who are serious about bringing their books to market. ACM is a boon for serious authors, but a burden for hobbyist. We don’t recommend ACM for hobbyists.

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