Tuesday, September 14, 2010
When Buterflies Go to Sea
While doing Qi Gong at the edge of the surf these past two mornings, a butterfly has flown in from the ocean. This puzzles me. Is this butterfly a thrill seeker, improvising to its own drummer, or responding as best it can to the forces of the nature? Perhaps this butterfly is the manifestation of spirits we are mourning; amazing & delighting us while illustrating the fragility and audacity of life. One moment surprising us with beauty, the next gone ...
But don't tell me why you go to the sea, butterfly. Rather keep the mysterious questions alive in me. For the questions trace my growth, spur my inspiration, and lead me to new paths. Will I see your orange and black wings fluttering on the currents again? I do not know. I can not hold you to your path, just be open to my own.