Butterflies, beautiful flighty creatures. Colourful, delicate, busy yet calming, a delight to the soul.
I love butterflies. You might have noticed the new banner, the little butterfly person fluttering in still silence in the corner of your screen.
Butterflies don't have an auspicious start in life. There they are, a boring caterpillar. Popular with kids I'll have you, something cute and squidgy and slow and green. Okay so you get some quite different caterpillars, some are furry, some have spiky bits, and some different colour and markings on them. But pretty much they are boring green things that move a bit and eat all the time but don't have a great scope in life.
Things just get worse for this poor creature, just when you think things couldn't be bad enough; slow, not much forward movement, sluggish and maybe a little laughable.
Suddenly time stops; a solid wall, a cocoon is formed. It builds around the creature like the stuff of nightmares (being buried alive, lost in the dark), closing out the light, making movement impossible. Does the creature know what is happening, does it know this will ever end? The cocoon takes over, where once there was some movement, now there is none.
When you see these cocoons in the garden, do you imagine the sadness inside, or do you see the future? Do you see what is coming and not what has been?
Eventually if Mother Nature has her way, the cocoon will break. Instead of the old caterpillar emerging from the ruins, staggering groggily into the light, rubbing sleep filled eyes and looking for more food, it will be a beautiful and different butterfly. Something special that will stretch those folded wings and dry them in the warming air. Reaching forwards and upwards the sun. It will have Freedom.
I like this analogy. I hold it to my heart and hope it will come true.
PS thanks for all your lovely comments on the new blog and book etc yesterday. We are having a few niggles with the comments getting through, but are ironing things out this end.