Wednesday, August 31, 2011

Butterfly

She remains in her darkness.
Her focus on food and work is distraction from the real challenges.
And there are thoughts of how her body feels different.

What does it matter. Does anything matter?

Being with the darkness, feeling the not feeling, questioning, listening and discovery. Continuous churning among them.

She has no energy for it though. It is as though her being belongs to another. The power is out. The connection lost.

Darkness feels like an old warm blanket that keeps her safe. It enables her to be inactive and hidden from the life force that calls her forward. It is a cocoon she can easily call home and ask "not now, I need more time". Yet the unseen changes occur within. Changes that reconnect her to her being in a new way.
A new view and path for her to take flight.