butterfly

and then there is the butterfly whose wings – if you can hear them –laugh the most when they’re yellow,a tiny light who giggles in the shadows,against the stolid wood of ageless trees,through the falling sorrows of an evening sun,against the odds of such funny fluttering.

Awakening and Sadness: Let Go of the Caterpillar Dream, Butterfly

Awakening is supposed to be a time of awareness, hope, and light. Yes, it is. But it is also something else. It is loss, it is death, and it waving goodbye to what you thought you were, what you thought the world was. Awakening is saying goodbye to the old dream, and hello to newContinue reading “Awakening and Sadness: Let Go of the Caterpillar Dream, Butterfly”