Butterfly Blessing

Here is a post I wrote while in Italy- thinking I would add a photo of where I had been. Alas, it has not yet made it to my computer, but the shifts in my life have certainly started to show up! For one, I am in the midst of a crazy clean and organize streak, much akin to those that soon to be mothers go through in the nesting phase (the obsession part) and the usual spring cleaning (the methodical part). Except it's late July. And I am not pregnant. I think this post may have something to do with it, because I have come to notice that every really big transformation in my life is accompanied by wild cleaning and dumping of things that don't serve me. Read on, and laugh: You get what you ask for!

While standing on the terrace overlooking the Mediterranean I had a moment. In short, I asked for change. There was the glorious sea in front of me. Endless possibility. There were my dreams. There is the space between the here and the there I wish to traverse. I know where I am going, and I observe shifts that must happen in my life to allow them to happen. For a long time I had a knowing, but I was afraid of the change required to allow it in. To surrender.

Surrender. Hear that word with me now. Ssss- ren-der. Feel the exhale, the round softness, the grounded peace at the end of the word. Surrender. . .

Then a butterfly appeared and lined itself up with my heart on the wall. I know the butterfly is the symbol of transformation, which is a wonderful affirmation that my prayer was heard. I asked my winged messenger what more it had to say... and it closed its wings. Surprisingly, the underside was the same color as the brick wall, and camouflaged itself perfectly. And there it sat, holding itself still, just being, blending in with where it was. The message was clear. Just be where you are. As I watched it in appreciation and felt my breath and surrendered to the moment, I thanked it. And off it flew into endless possibility.