Colors of the Butterfly


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Photo Property of © C. m ART z 2015

Taken at Key West Botanical Garden

Butterflies and flowers were made for each other.

“Butterflies are flying flowers, and flowers are tethered butterflies.”
~Ponce Denis Écouchard Lebrun

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Four Stages


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In the Home Depot garden, a lady came in and bought lots of seeds and small planters.

She said the Monarch butterfly was almost extinct now and was doing her part in bringing them back.

She was planting the butterfly attracting seeds to grow the plants that would populate her garden with butterflies.

Her husband came out and said “Oh by the way I got spray for those horrid worms all over your plants”

She said don’t you dare kill my caterpillars dear.”

The Beauty and Design of Butterflies

The Butterfly has Wings


These thoughts were occupying my mind last night as I prepared to sleep. Oddly enough with other things on my mind I dreamed I was back in Tangier. We were remembered and everything seemed so much the same.

Many things are coming to mind.

Changes.

We stay safe in our cocoons, waiting for the right moment when we emerge as the beautiful creature the universe intended us to be.  Ready to fly.

Some persons hate change, they can not cope with it and would prefer everything to stay neat and tiny, organized and comfortable. This is not realistic. Things happen, people do change, they move away, they leave this earthly plane.

Do we have the tendencies to fear change because inevitably someone gets bruised ?

Are our minds so set in not rocking the boat so too speak that we miss the experience all together ?

I believe in living each day the best I can. I deal with situations that arise with minimal thought. I make an effort to NOT over think everything.

I try to not make assumptions and let the universal plan move forward without interference.

When someone we care about (I Love you Long Time) comes to mind. When this person hurts us, disrespects us and gives us so little in regards to what we give or have given them. Perhaps this person is ill, growing older and facing all the changes coming into their life. We know not their heart.

Geez, how much do we know of our own heart ?

An example. A couple is married for many years (26). The husband decides to leave the relationship after the children are grown. The couple do not divorce but live separately for over 5 years. The husband reconsiders what life has presented him with and wants another chance. The wife in the mean time has been struck by loves swift arrow when she wasn’t even looking. The husband is hurt and feels betrayed. How, I ask can he validate his feelings?

It’s as if she has been encased in this small cocoon, safe and sound, waiting to emerge. She used the excuse of perks but no commitment because she was already married. In name only.

As she emerged into the world she realized that love was attainable and she embraced it. At long last she in turn has become the transformation she desired and could finally realize.

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