So we’ll live, and pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh at gilded butterflies…


The Story of the Butterfly:

A man found a cocoon of a butterfly.
One day a small opening appeared.
He sat and watched the butterfly for several hours as it struggled to squeeze its body through the tiny hole.
Then it stopped, as if it couldn’t go further.

So the man decided to help the butterfly.
He took a pair of scissors and snipped off the remaining bits of cocoon.
The butterfly emerged easily but it had a swollen body and shriveled wings.

The man continued to watch it, expecting that any minute the wings would enlarge and expand enough to support the body…Neither happened!
In fact the butterfly spent the rest of its life crawling around.
It was never able to fly.

What the man in his kindness and haste did not understand:
The restricting cocoon and the struggle required by the butterfly to get through the opening was a way of forcing the fluid from the body into the wings so that it would be ready for flight once that was achieved.

Sometimes struggles are exactly what we need in our lives.
Going through life with no obstacles would cripple us.
We will not be as strong as we could have been and we would never fly.

~Author Unknown

Happiness is a butterfly, which when pursued, is always just beyond your grasp, but which, if you will sit down quietly, may alight upon you.

The first step into the sunshine of life begins with the opening of a cocoon.  The caterpillar becomes a butterfly spreading her wings into the world.  What she is today is but a tiny mirror of the magnificence that is still yet to come.  Her transformation is not yet complete.  For with time, love, humor, and warmth; she is an ever changing masterpiece.  She will find her center of piece.  A place that is hers and hers alone; the essence of what she is and what she will be.

Her flight through life should be filled with happy adventures and memories to put in her book of life.  And when the sun at last begins to set in the west and her flight nears its end; she can look back along her path and can be content that she has been everything she can be and has done her very best. ~ Linda Dietz

We delight in the beauty of the butterfly, but rarely admit the changes it has gone through to achieve that beauty. ~Maya Angelou

“When, within our souls and psyches we are made aware of a safe but insistent drum beat, repeated like butterfly wings in motion, we sense the message…that our inner self has begun its search for freedom…”

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