I have struggled with my depression and despair for many years now. I have just recently had a chance to start over and though the road is a bit bumpy I find I am enjoying this time of transformation. Not only am I having to change my thoughts about myself, the world and my place within it but I have had to surrender to some things about myself and accept who I am. That being said I am also in a place to change. There are so many things I want to change. Of course I want to change my physical appearance and lose thirty pounds but I also want to change the turmoil in my heart and just be.  I see this picture as myself within a cocoon waiting to emerge as a beautiful butterfly so that I can spread my wings and soar through the beauty of my life.

So here is the story I associate with this picture:

She had been waiting in her safe blue cocoon for a long time now….how long she could not say for it had been a time of quiet reflection where time stood still. She woke up one day, feeling her awareness becoming in tuned to the outside world. This world she had not thought of for a very long time. She just had been feeling safe wrapped up in her womb of the blue cocoon but now she knew this time was coming to an end. She was sad…..she had come to heal in this safe place. This place was full of love and acceptance but it was lonely. She was lonely. As scared of change as she was she was excited at the prospect of trying her new wings. Doubt plagued her but her higher self and the universe assured her all would be well….all would be as it should be.

The blue cocoon was weakening and she panicked  She tried to hold onto the the safety of her beautiful world but the membrane was worn in spots and more and more light shone through. It would be a matter of a very short time before she would be compelled to poke her fingers through the weakness and tear apart that which held her so safe for so long. Would she be beautiful? Would others be there to greet her and love her? Would the sun shine reflecting off the beautiful flowers whose nectar beckoned her?  So many unanswered questions.

She was ready though…..ready for this change….ready for the beauty of herself and the world…..ready to fly and soar as the newness of herself flitted from flower to flower.

 

Butterfly