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.
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.