“If you advance confidently in the direction of your own dreams and endeavor to live the life which you have imagined, you will meet with a success unexpected in common hours. It will chase you.”
…Henry David Thoreau
Yesterday was a world-class day.
Have you ever witnessed or experienced something that was so profoundly beautiful that it brought tears to your eyes?
This is the highest octave of any day’s energetics.
Beauty has many forms and definitions. It applies to anything and everything.
I write almost every day and I do not have words to describe what happened to me yesterday. It is one of those days when I wish I was an artist of some kind because words fail me when attempting to describe what happened. Playing an instrument, dancing, or using the voice for singing would be the only way to fully engender the meaning.
Thus, I will honor the beauty of the heart of it as purely and as simply as I can:We are greatly loved, and the enormity of it is realized by us only in flickers.
The stars flickered for us yesterday. And, strangely here is what happened…
As most of you know, I lost one of my sisters to breast cancer and the void she left can be all-consuming some days. But, on other days, well, things magical happen. “As above, so below” is an ancient adage that declares a belief in the physical connection between heaven and earth. And, yesterday I experienced a mystical moment.
But, first I must tell you that, for our family, butterflies are very significant. Whenever we see a butterfly we know that my sister is close by. This is because, shortly after her death, her daughter who was seeing a grief counselor, was asked: “If your mommy could come back, what would she come back as?” She responded almost immediately and with great conviction: “Oh, my mommy would be a butterfly.”
And, when at Christmas of the same year, she yanked on her clacker, (that yearly tradition in some Christian households) to get her gift that was inside…and a butterfly popped out, we knew without a doubt that my sister, who had a great sense of humor, was making a visit. So…ever since then….butterflies are significant.
Well, as it happened, yesterday a man came up to me with his hands cupped.He opened them and then gently placed on my finger, the coolest, most beautiful butterfly. A Swallowtail Butterfly to be exact. You rarely see any of them, though, as they spend much of their lives feeding high up in trees, and do so mostly at night.
Not yesterday. Yesterday, this stunning, graceful, elegant, exquisite living being, visited me and stayed on my hand for at least 15 minutes!In the midst of all the craziness and insanity that this world is doling out right now; in the middle of this huge transition that humanity is going through, I actually drew a crowd as people wanted to see up close the beauty of this spectacular butterfly.
And, I got quite emotional as I stood there. For, you see, I knew without a doubt that this was my sister paying us a visit. And, she had the ability to make people pause for a second, from their busy lives, to admire the beauty this world has to offer.
I realized something else too. In the parallel of the cycle of growth of a butterfly, we are in the time of the “growing season” when the caterpillar cocoons and makes its way through the darkness of the chrysalis to come out into the light of day. In the natural cycle, this is the time of persevering through challenges to our hopes, wishes and dreams.
My sister showed me in her quiet, ethereal, unearthly, kind of way that just as she made the transformation from caterpillar to butterfly, we too, are being lifted above and beyond. Out of harm’s way.
So, advance confidently in the direction of your dreams. If you do, you’ll meet with a success that can only be imagined! It will chase you.My sister chased us yesterday. It was a beautiful act of love.
https://calmtoday.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/06/photo2-e1465837601411.jpg612585Deborah Hallhttp://calmtoday.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/03/NewHeader.pngDeborah Hall2016-06-13 13:11:102016-06-24 12:18:18Just A Butterfly On My Hand