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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.
Ball of Confusion
When has this song been more relevant?
Changes
I have a new post over at Dreaming Existence. I hope you can jump over and take a look. There are some lovely little creatures I want to introduce you to. 😉💕
This post brought to you as part of Linda Hill’s #SoCS prompt.
Stop over to her place to meet some other great writers and special people. Happy weekend. Be safe. Be happy and do not let fear drive your actions.
Love and Light,
Cheryl
Slap Me…
And call me Bob. Follow me Here for more of my story. 😉. It involves a mother, her son, a tradition and surprises. Pop over to my new space to read about the fun.
Faith of the Heart
My heart has been very full of late. And heavy. My emotions run the gamut from anger, helplessness, fear, and frustration to deep love, hope and forever faith-because faith is that which always brings us through. I say ‘us’ because as lonely as I feel, surrounded by cold indifference and obvious apathy and ignorance to the survival of our human race, I know you are out there. No one can douse our heart lights. We are the Light Ones, the ones who must continue to Illuminate the darkness, to love beyond all obstacles and to carry the torch of faith into an uncertain future. The meaning of life is to ‘live’ and to do it with love, for love is what sustains our souls.
I had a dream last night about my deceased mother. I was handing her a young child and she took him from my arms and told me everything was going to be fine and to be brave. I have to find my ‘brave’ from deep inside and wear it proudly. I awoke with this song in my head and can’t shake it so I am sharing it with you all. Perhaps it will mean something to one of you as well. For me, it is a reminder of my timeless soul and that after all is said and done, we will remain as we were in the beginning. Until then, if we want a better world, we sometimes have to fight for it, because there are so many willing to fight to steal it from us.
Have faith, let it be your shield and support. We do have help ‘out there’. We just often forget to ask for it.
Letters To..
I decided to write letters to the precious moments of my life-the people, places and hopes both known and as yet unrealized. Have a look at where todays’s thoughts took me….Here
Always a Potter Moment
I have found there is always a Harry Potter moment that will apply to things in life. I even found a way to apply it to today’s SoCS prompt from Linda Hill. The word is cave and can be used as a verb or a noun.
I decided on a name. A band. And a song from one of my favorite Harry Potter installments, The Deathly Hallows.Enjoy your weekend!
It seems appropriate in these dark times to look for the light now more than ever….
Born to Be Wild
Check out my ‘freedom run’ with a little buddy over Here!
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
