Butterfly Wings

In the north, dark purple light appears.
In the east, yellow light appears.
From the earth, flowers appear,
yearning to live a long and joyous life.

We are those flowers. We are the Butterly Maidens.

Listen to our song! We sing to the creator.
And the earth repeats our song to the creator.
We begin singing as soon as we see
the yellow light of dawn, the dark retreating.

Our sound repeats and repeats.
We are the Butterfly Maidens.

--Hope Kachina Songs

As long as you are alive, you are as full of beginnings as the new dawn, the new spring. Rise, like the Butterfly Maidens, and fly toward what you desire.

Each new dawn, each new day, each new moment always filled with such possibilities. If I fly like a Butterfly Maiden from one to the next, how will I enjoy them all. I needs must be a Butterfly that drinks the nectar of each experience; to take her fill.

I've been thinking a lot this week about the many things I want to do when I'm home, from photography to sitting outside with the fire going, or sitting outside reading in the hammock... going for walks, visiting Biltmore... cooking outside.... playing games... the list of possibilities though finite in some respects, feels endless - in a good way. The world is my playground, and I can do as I wish, as I desire... I can spread my wings and let them bring me to where I wish to be. What I want to be doing.

Of course there's also the old in with the new... that I will have time in the day to perhaps type a word or two on my interrupted novels. But it's not a deadly pressure this time as it's always felt before, but the promise of a pleasure.

There's been such a shift in the way I'm thinking about things, and in the way things feel because of it, everything feels positive, exciting and renewed. Everything feels good.