100 Taking Flight

We are everything that we can be for the world, expressing our colors, showing our beauty… boldly showing the world our exuberance, feeling the wind, the sun, the freedom…taking flight.

I was watching the outdoors from inside of the window.  A bright winged butterfly made its way across the yard and landed on a vine leaf maple.  The wings were stunning and open, broad for all to see.

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Sometimes we open our wings to take flight like butterflies. Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com

And then it disappeared.  When the wings pulled upright, there was no evidence that a butterfly was on that leaf.  

I think we do that.  At times we sit still and careful, keeping quiet, hiding, perhaps afraid of the world that could swoop down and consume us.

And sometimes we open our wings.  We are everything that we can be for the world, expressing our colors, showing our beauty… boldly showing the world our exuberance, feeling the wind, the sun, the freedom…taking flight.

8. Metamorphosis

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Monarch Butterfly emerging from it’s chrysalis Courtesy Steve Greer Photography

Chemo.  There is such a churning and moving and changing within.  It is not comfortable.  (It isn’t entirely horrific either.)  

A caterpillar goes into a cocoon, and is totally reconfigured by the process of metamorphosis.  It’s like that.

Life is entirely altered… and yet “reality” believes it remains the same.  Even within the cocoon of chemotherapy, the viewpoint has a new veil.  The cocoon shadows what was once so clear.  All perspective is shifting.  Anticipation mounts.  

There will be a vibrant, culminating end to the cocoon.  But for now, I sit and watch and listen.  I am in the moment with the life that surrounds me.  A lot of the normal world appears muffled in the shadows.  Perfect.

Falling Up

Climbing Upwards dreamstime_m_162420560In the dream, I stood on the red soil atop a huge butte.  (I had to google search the word for butte, because I have never said it in my life.)  There were no fears, no worries, no issues.  Yet, I definitely fell off the side!

I didn’t fall down.  I fell up.  My body returned to the red ground at the top.  

And there was a pun.  Kwami said I laughed in my sleep.  The whisper jibed, “A colon is a real ass-et!”