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Category: creation
Broken Butterflies
I posted this on my other blog Dreaming Existence and wanted to share with you all here as well. We need to be introspective at this time in our Human history. We need to examine our own intent, accept the pain we try so hard to cast off and know that only together, through loving intent, our better future can be created.
Broken Butterflies
Every now and then I am inspired to share this song, written and sung by a talented lady from my home state. I have loved the melody, slow and melancholic, the words that wind and twist in ways only the individual listening can comprehend for themselves. It is a work of art and has meant something just a little bit different to me at various times in my life’s unfolding.
I was sifting through my endless photos this evening, determined to finally put together that pictorial book of poems that has been infecting my brain for some years now, encouraged by the kind words of my friends and followers. I filed through images of thoughtful monkeys, bright and brilliant birds, as well as so many bees, dipping their faces into stores of golden pollen. Then came the butterflies. As I chose a few treasured images, I came across this one in a series I took while at a lovely garden in Roswell, Georgia. I know a lot of people who would have just passed this one by, deleted the images, or cast it aside as defective. I am not one of those people. I often photograph the worn down, the damaged and dying within Nature’s fine tapestry of living things. I see the beauty in every stage of existence, so when I saw this image it struck me as poignantly appropriate for me-for so many-at this time.
I have felt pretty broken lately, the weight of the unknown pulling me to the ground when I long to soar with the freedom of the familiar taking me to the heights of joy. It has been heartbreaking to see the fabric of our lives slowly coming unraveled in spite of our best efforts to hold it together. It’s not about resistance to change. It’s not about adaptability or rigidity. It’s about feeling helpless in spite of putting forth my bravest face, rallying myself to count my blessings, focus on the positive and not get caught up in fear.
The simple truth is that we are faced with the total unknown at this most profound moment in modern history and the way our society is handling this challenge is the most troubling thing for me. So much anger, impatience, intolerance, insensitivity, arrogance, greed and denial has taken its toll on those who are
seeking a positive solution, taking comfort in what can still be counted on. For me, that is Nature. This is a most most frightening world where now, more than ever, people are afraid of other people. We don’t know who may be carrying a virus, who may hate us, or who is as fearful as we might be ourselves. If we are being responsible, we wear our masks in public or work places, but that leaves us almost faceless to others, unable to show expression and share smiles. The worst part for me is not being able to just give or receive a hug. I’m a hugger and value human touch. I can’t travel to other states to visit my family and old friends, fearing exposure due to those people who refuse to even try being safe.
I feel broken, often frozen emotionally by the need to not cry anymore, to not be ashamed of how my country is presenting itself to the rest of the world, and by the need to just breathe. Then I go outside, thankful that at least for now Nature is not the enemy. The air is no more toxic than usual, the water is no more contaminated, the animals are thriving and the sky hasn’t fallen. Like my tiny friend above, I feel the need for sweet rest on a soft blanket of love, waiting for healing.
More than anything else, the song speaks to the way we communicate, the words that spill from our mouths, often in careless ways, whether intentional or not. It speaks of the lies that break our spirits, our hearts and our faith in a better world.
In conclusion, I say we toss our fears into the bottomless pit of misery and stand together, heart to heart, as we help one another to heal. Our light must shine on even through the darkest of days. Our wings may be broken, but together we can reach the heights and color the skies with hope. The old tapestry may be unraveling but lets create a new work of art as we pick up the frayed ends and begin again…finally united
This post brought to you by .Linda Hill’s SoCS prompt Do visit her blog to read more great posts and meet some amazing writers.
She Is Still Here
Yesterday was Earth Day. How many people noticed amidst the rhetoric surrounding the Covid19 epidemic along with all of its political implications? I saw few posts or mentions of it. It was also my grandson’s birthday. He was supposed to be visiting us for the first time this month but now that is not possible.
We have to pay attention now. We are stewards of God’s Earth which is suffering at this time with the threat of every protection put into place being revoked.
Do you enjoy the sunshine, the cool breeze on a Spring day, the blooming flowers and the bounty of the Earth? Then pay attention! We are all responsible.
Check out my post On Blogger for some of the things we might miss should we continue to ignore our responsibility.
Staying alive is primary but will do us no good without a home to live on.
Take care my friends.
Cheryl
These Are a Few
Of my favorite things….
read more Here..
Suspended
Seeing the bee this way made me consider the current mood of the world right now. Check out my thoughtsHere
The Gleaning
New post on Dreaming Existence . Sharing another of Nature’s magnificently perfect moments.
Beside Myself..
New post on Dreaming Existence. Follow me there.
Reflection
A bit of photography ‘magic’ and some thoughts over at Dreaming Existence .
I have been working feverishly to complete the book, having all this extra time on my hands. And making jewelry, reading, baking, cooking. I hop outside for a bit of Vitamin D when I can and am watching the little back yard lake slowly drying up….😞
I am still here, am healthy, we have shelter and food. I hope you are all faring well during this most frightening and disruptive moment in our lives. Take care, stay safe, stay in, love one another, and wash those hands!
😘🤗💕
Changes
More ramblings from an unemployed mind. Stop by and say hi. We can share a few moments together in my sacred space
The door up top? That’s for my buddy Dan Antion. He is a faithful prompt poster and today is for Norm Frampton’s Thursday Doors prompt.
It didn’t fit with my words over there but I wanted to share a door here. This one was taken in Chattanooga, Tennessee a year or so ago.
I hope you are all very well. Stay safe,
Cheryl
Taking Cover
Visit a fearful little friend over at Dreaming Existence I am trying to coax him out of hiding but he insists he won’t budge until the terror has passed…..
Dreaming Reality 
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