Even today it is not known fully how a butterfly comes about. Housed within a shell of itself … it completely liquefies, then slowly reorganizes itself, transforming into the delicate, dancing delight that floats about.
As of late I feel such a connection with these butterflies I see gliding before me. They show me, without words … the power of transformation. The power of releasing myself of what I was … the power of allowing myself and my beliefs to liquefy in the here and now … the power of permitting myself to become more than I can conceive.
Who I am, who I was, and who I want to be are all part of the same.
Each contributes to the other, melting away and yielding as they liquefy. No longer separate beliefs, ideas or experiences … but all parts of the whole of who I am.
The butterfly isn’t a new creature, it always is the same caterpillar it began this life with. It carries with it always, the parts of itself it has shed. All the pieces and every experience becomes the catalyst for its transformation. Without its past contributing to its future self … it would be impossible for it to be what it is.
An expression of choice, freedom, awareness, and total self-acceptance of every aspect of its being …
Dancing in the wind, it flutters gently around the very edge of my consciousness. Its beauty a delicate reminder of who I really am. A way for me to recognize the truth of the opportunity I have in each moment to embrace all the aspect of myself in a silent surrender of healing to become the absolute and magnificent creatures I am.
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