Yes, it is December 4th, when most of the Northern hemisphere is under winterfication (yeah, I just made that up). Yet here I BE, finding myself in the midst of My Secret life with the Secret Life of Butterflies, and in these moments it is enough. Enough to spontaneously starve all my striving, stressing, hoping, praying or wishing to experience a different moment other than the one I'm having. There is only 'I', BEing.
How I admire a creature with the innate ability to not transcend or forget its once caterpillar-self, but honor it and using that stage of its life to prepare for the grandest performance of its life. Here I BE, honored and ever-grateful to witness it all unfold over and over again. Awe-inspired as to how this never grows old for me.
How I admire a creature with the innate ability to not transcend or forget its once caterpillar-self, but honor it and using that stage of its life to prepare for the grandest performance of its life. Here I BE, honored and ever-grateful to witness it all unfold over and over again. Awe-inspired as to how this never grows old for me.