
Hello Sweet Readers!
Are you as disheartened by all the news that you see every day? Robberies, murders, fires, beatings, wars, death, elections, divorce, division. For those of us who suffer from depression the day is hard enough to get through without having all this sadness and controversy being flashed across everywhere. I have decided that for the next several weeks I will focus my column on brighter more depression friendly subjects.
This week I am going to talk to you about butterflies. One of God’s most beautiful creations. Some of them start out as a very ugly little caterpillar and turn into something majestic and graceful. They flitter happily around from one flower to another, stopping long enough to take a little drink of nectar and deposit some pollen collected from the last flower they visited. I envy them, getting to spend their day just flying free and enjoying the rest of nature.
Don’t get me wrong, their whole life hasn’t be so easy and they have had to commit themselves to a very radical transformation to get to the place they are, but the journey was worth it.
They begin their life as a lowly caterpillar. Most people don’t even notice and every bird wants to snack on. Life treats them unkindly and many times they are just plain and unnoticeable and go about their day feeling pretty ordinary and unloved. Much like people do who grow up as one of the not-so-beautiful people and who kinda get pushed to the sidelines and out of sight.
Wandering around day after day with not much of a purpose except to eat leaves and grass and store up energy for the time when they will have to create their cocoon and begin one of natures most extraordinary transformations.
Just like the caterpillar, change is not always easy for us to make. We know we need to make this change in order to grow and become what we are truly meant to be, but sometimes this means leaving our old life behind and committing ourselves to a different lifestyle and we are reluctant to even begin the adventure.
The caterpillar knows that in order to become the creature he was meant to be that he must build this hard shell around himself and seal himself inside it and while in there he must strip himself over everything about his past life and even his own outer covering in order to allow his new life to begin.
After a time and some great changes, he emerges from his cocoon, Weak and still wet he must cling to the side of his cocoon until he has the strength to continue his journey. Stretching out his new-found wings in the sun to dry, he begins thinking about his future and asking how will it feel to be free and soaring in the bright blue sky.
Like the rebirth of the caterpillar, we too go through a sort of rebirth when we take the steps to put our past life behind us and look forward to a new and better one. It doesn’t happen overnight and sometimes the process takes us several years and sometimes we never fully reach the potential that we have, but like the caterpillar we have to take the first step and build our cocoon.
Our friends can help us chose our perfect tree and even build our protective cocoon and even give us moral support and nourishment, but ultimately the final steps of our journey must be made alone. For some of us we find ourselves in need of a little help even after we achieve our wings, and that is where our good friends and our family wrap their arms around us and help us to fly until our own wings are strong enough to carry us on. I pray that at times I have been able to be someone’s wings when theirs have been too weak.
Until Next Week, Dear Ones, Love & Many Hugz!! Leeza
P.S. Until then…..hopefully Terry can post this group of pictures of an whimsical little caterpillar that I came across while doing research this week. He is called a Puss Moth caterpillar and as you can see he has a very comical face and yet once he makes his transformation, he’s rather plain. Just proof that sometimes the most beautiful of creatures are the simplest and take a little more time and patience to find.