A Stone Butterfly

As I lay in bed at 4:30AM wide awake pondering whatever my mind wandered about to, I began to realize even more strongly than before, I need to do more to nurture my soul. I think the same may be able to be said about all of us. This is so utterly important and vital to all of us for the sake of our own health and as a way to reflect and leave an impact on our environment. So, be it learning to sew, going skydiving (this time not tandem, all by myself) or taking a pottery class or whatever, it needs to be done. The mind has the power to heal our body and so much of its true potential is yet unrealized, I say, "tap into it a bit!"

I have recently had these characters in mind for a children's story and they are mostly bugs or small amphibians or animals or plants. One of the characters is a butterfly. I was thinking of how maybe creating these characters out of clay or such might help inspire me when I get a writing block. Then suddenly the thought of a "stone butterfly" hit home and hard. I'm still not sure why or what it all means, maybe you, Dear Readers can help me figure it out? It seemed to speak to me about metamorphosis and about being trapped - cocoon wise or due to being made of clay. Of being to heavy to fly, due to one's own burdens perhaps, or fear incapacitating the ability to take that all important first leap. Feeling light and lilting on the inside yet trudging about in real life. Of being a caterpillar, desperately wanting to metamorphosis into something more spectacular.

Maybe there is something spectacular in just being a caterpillar though. Maybe being somewhat rooted in "stone" gives us a bit of that necessary grounding we all need. The ant (closest to the ground of all) with "high hopes" comes to mind.

Although it was pain that awakened me, it is beauty and potential and all these various perspectives which kept me awake, and thankful. Thankful for creativity, for beautiful surroundings, for nurturing, for children to hopefully pass some of these idealism's on to, thankful for too much to mention. Ultimately thankful for the pain awakening me in the first place. If I was not some what trapped in a body of stone, perhaps I wouldn't take the time to ponder stone butterflies, or anything else.

Be well Dear Readers, be grounded yet soar on your wings of creativity, be blessed in all things and thank you for reading. I'd love to hear any of your feedback too!