I finished this doll today and named her after the type of music I was hearing when I made her.
She is all felt, all hand sewn. I sewed her arms and hands during a staff meeting!
In nursing school many years ago, it surprised me to find that a cross section of our spinal cord shows nerve cells shaped as a butterfly, where sensory information flows to our awareness. That butterfly is a primal imprint in human consciousness, a symbol at times for death and rebirth.
Certainly in winter we can feel the dream of emerging from a cocoon toward a gentler spring.