“And if I don’t
I will die,
because I have to be
a butterfly.”
So … I wrote a poem about this when I was about 8 years.
A caterpillar is destined to be a butterfly.  It’s in the cards.
This grayish green, wet crinkled straw paper looking insect turns into a magnificent, flying example of transformation.
Of being true to yourself.
Yet, the road getting there is a winding one at that.
Decades later I wrote a book about it.  In my story, my sweet caterpillar is terrified of leaving the garden.
She is terrified of the unknown.
And of dropping into the well of all healing.
Yet, she does.
It’s her destiny.
And she doesn’t even know it.  But, destiny knows it.
Something bigger knows it.
She takes that giant leap of faith … or that giant crawl of perseverance.
All sixteen legs are in.
She knows something more is out there and she must know what that is.
The pieces within her that she’s ignored will not be ignored any longer.
When we arrive at the end of our lives will we be glad we shut up, we said nothing, we did nothing?
I doubt it.
The still place within you knows.  That place that speaks to you at night and keeps you awake.
That part of your body that is literally screaming at you to pay closer attention.
Yep, there is a place within you that wants the very best for you.
And this inner place knows exactly how to get there.
This place is the place of purpose, power, and self-love.
#self-love, #purpose