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From The Book of Awakening: Having the Life You Want by Being Present to the Life You Have.
It tells us that if we still ourselves long enough within the web of all there is, we will eventually come to know the lightness of transformation.
I have always loved butterflies... well, at least for as long as I can remember. When I was a little girl, in the late spring and early summer months, I used to butterfly watch - try to see and classify as many butterflies as I could, draw them, remember their names and what they look like. That love has never really left me.
Of course when I was little there were, or seemed to be so many more butterlies and species of butterflies flying around. Sad really, how many we've lost.
Butterflies are amazing creatures, transformational, beginning life as catterpillars, tied to Earth yet moving with purpose - eat enough to weave and spin their cocoon around themselves - surrender completely to the "un-ness" of existing in the primal soup of their being - and then emerge in beauty and light as their butterfly selves.
Between being Earthbound and Light, winged spirits of beauty is the surrender of self that allows the transformation. Once one has accepted that all things are connected - that the silk with which we surround ourselves is connected, however finely, with all other things in the universe and with the universe itself, should not the surrender be easy?
It isn't really letting go, but a kind of inverse embracing... which I know probably doesn't make much sense, but think of it... surrounded by all the threads of the universe, are we not embraced even as we let go. In becoming 'still' within that silken web we are at one with the universe.
To me, right now, that feels like the essence of embracing All Life.
What the worm eats
feeds the root.
It tells us that if we still ourselves long enough within the web of all there is, we will eventually come to know the lightness of transformation.
I have always loved butterflies... well, at least for as long as I can remember. When I was a little girl, in the late spring and early summer months, I used to butterfly watch - try to see and classify as many butterflies as I could, draw them, remember their names and what they look like. That love has never really left me.
Of course when I was little there were, or seemed to be so many more butterlies and species of butterflies flying around. Sad really, how many we've lost.
Butterflies are amazing creatures, transformational, beginning life as catterpillars, tied to Earth yet moving with purpose - eat enough to weave and spin their cocoon around themselves - surrender completely to the "un-ness" of existing in the primal soup of their being - and then emerge in beauty and light as their butterfly selves.
Between being Earthbound and Light, winged spirits of beauty is the surrender of self that allows the transformation. Once one has accepted that all things are connected - that the silk with which we surround ourselves is connected, however finely, with all other things in the universe and with the universe itself, should not the surrender be easy?
It isn't really letting go, but a kind of inverse embracing... which I know probably doesn't make much sense, but think of it... surrounded by all the threads of the universe, are we not embraced even as we let go. In becoming 'still' within that silken web we are at one with the universe.
To me, right now, that feels like the essence of embracing All Life.
