Daring To Embrace the New “Butterflyesprit”
I am listening.
I can hear the silent wings.
I can feel the warmth.
I can almost touch the beauty.
It’s my butterfly.
Coming home to find my heart’s dream.
He landed right next to me! I was swift. This was my sign.
It was time. Time to write again. To let go of the fear. To accept change.
It’s been a long time since I’ve written on my blog. I’ve been racing thru life. Good times. Challenging times. New times. Confusing times. My life has been a bit unfocused.
A good kind of unfocused. One that I’ve needed.
If you look closely, you can see a deer leaping thru the forest. Pausing, I slow down to share with you.
I sat “up north” in Michigan and waited to hear.
Anything.
Is God out there? What is my purpose? Where is the inspiration? Why can’t I write? Why can’t I express?
These doubts flooded my mind. My heart.
And yet, my camera captured the beauty. I sat and embraced.
Still. Dark. Silence.
I held my camera tight. Snapping at every little flower. Every plant. Waiting. Waiting.
Every candle. Listening. Watching. Waiting.
Life is like that.
We wait. We wait for the beauty to behold again. We wait for the moments to strike us. Inspiration.
Sometimes, it’s quiet for a long time.
Too long.
We become withdrawn.
Sad. Lonely. We stay to ourselves.
We allow the dew of fear to rest upon us until we cannot hope anymore.
And we wait.
Wait for the change to happen.
For the butterfly to find it’s wings.
To fly again.
There is a saying…
“You can suffer the pain of change or suffer remaining the way you are.”
Change can be fearful.
Suffering and chaos can become a way of life. An identity one struggles to shake.
Can we dare to open our hearts to hope? Courage for change?
And we wait.
We wait for the life boat.
It’s there.
Holding out for us.
Trolling. Calling for us to cross over.
It’s hazy. It’s cloudy. But, the boat we can see. Life is bright amongst the grays.
We get in.
Hope. Love. New life.
It showers down upon us.
Filling us with fresh life giving water.
Smoothing our rough edges.
We begin to wonder what hill will we climb now?
Will we have to carry the load? Will we have support? Are we alone?
Or
Are we not alone?
Has change come?
Are there others who have come along to support?
To care for and be cared for. To love and be loved.
And we marvel at new life. Holding on to Hope. Strong in our Faith.
We may not know where the road leads.
We may not see what’s beyond the curve.
But…
We know that we must choose to get in…
if we are going to ride.
Choose to hug the corners in life.
Inspired by Love.
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