True transformation occurs only when we can look at ourselves squarely and face our attachments and inner demons, free from the buzz of commercial distraction and false social realities. We have to retreat into our own cocoons and come face-to-face with who we are. We have to turn toward our own inner darkness. For only by abandoning its attachments and facing the darkness does the caterpillar's body begin to spread out and its light, beautiful wings begin to form (Julia Butterfly Hill)
When you come to the edge of all you know
You must believe in one of two things:
You will be given earth on which to stand
Or you will be given wings
I found this old note book of mine, with notes from a university workshop and some broken butterfly wings that have disintegrated with time.
It reminded me of aging. We start out young and fresh; not aware of the beauty we possess. With time that freshness starts to fade. And in its place, if we care to look closely, is a fragility with a not-so-apparent inner beauty.
Even though our wings may have aged they are backed up with wisdom and experience.
Today’s writing is dedicated to all us aging beauties, with our faded wings, who probably still don’t realise the potential and power we possess.
Go out and celebrate – spread your wings!