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Day 303 - More Butterflies.

Again I’m drawn to wonder about the butterfly. And the caterpillar.
I wondered before whether the caterpillar knows it will become a butterfly and I hoped that in some way it does.
And then I wondered about the butterfly. Does she know she is beautiful. If all she can see is ahead of her, does she know she has transformed into a creature of such beauty and wonder?
Now I am forced to wonder about that metamorphosis. That very personal, very introspective process of change. Change so complete and consuming that it severs the bonds that tied you to those around you.
Where you were once a caterpillar and the same as all your caterpillar friends, suddenly, or over time, you evolve, and change and point yourself in a new direction. As a butterfly you have wings and opportunities and needs that are so different to those of the caterpillar.
So what of those friendships?
Those connections…
Does the caterpillar rejoice for the butterfly or resent the change and the accompanying loss?
Can the butterfly retain those links to the past she has evolved from?
Should she?
If it is our purpose in life to evolve, to grow, to learn and move on to more growing and learning then once the lesson is learned should we only look ahead. Not back. Is this why the butterfly cannot see her own wings?
To look back is to open ourselves anew to the pain of old learning. The pain of previous growth. The pain of prior evolution.
Maybe leaving our caterpillar friends behind is a necessary pain.
Maybe losing our caterpillar friends to butterflydom is part of our own journey to growth.

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Day 252 - Fly Butterfly, Fly

Way back on Day 189 – Metamorphosis, I shared my worries about the caterpillar. Does it know it will become a butterfly..?

Some practical, functional, straight down the line, don’t waste your time types told me that no, a caterpillar is an eating machine without thought or dream. It does what it does because it is programmed to do it.

The dreamers, the hopers, the wishful thinkers, the lost believers and dare to dreamers told me that yes, they too hoped that the caterpillar knew. That he worked and he waited and he went about his business safe in the knowledge that better days were yet to come.

But what of the butterfly?

From its former life as a working, functional eating machine so it becomes a light, delicate, fluttering, flying vision of beauty and grace. Flitting from flower to flower in sunbeams and freedom.

But the butterflies eyes are right at the front and its beautiful wings spread out behind for all the world to see. But not she. Or he. So does a butterfly know it is now so beautiful? Or does a butterfly live, like so many of the beautiful girls and ladies I know, unaware of the awe, and the admiring glances and the slightest touch of envy that others might feel when they have the pleasure of seeing them. Of being with them.

I have my own beautiful butterflies. They are truly beautiful, of spirit as well as skin. They are delightful and bring joy, and happiness and they brighten a room just by being in it. But they live like they are caterpillars. Waiting for the day when the this or that, that they believe to be so wrong will morph into their unrealistic and reasonable ideal of what beauty looks like.

So my question now is, does the butterfly know she has transformed? Can she share in the beauty she gives so much of without ever knowing?

The beautiful glass-winged butterfly. Does she know she is beautiful…

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Day 189 - Metamorphosis

Does the caterpillar know it will become a beautiful butterfly?
Does that inherent knowledge bring peace and patience in the waiting, the preparation, the change?

No, I’m told. A caterpillar is a caterpillar. It knows nothing and is driven by subconscious will to feed and grow and survive. No thought required. A caterpillar does what a caterpillar does just because it is a caterpillar. Just as a butterfly will do what a butterfly will do.

But I want to believe differently. I want to believe that maybe, just maybe, a caterpillar knows that one day beauty, flight and freedom will all be his. And that it endures the wait, and the work, and the pain of change because it knows… Better days are coming.

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