She stood mesmerized by the butterflies dancing on the wind.
She declared, “Someday I’m going to have wings and fly.”
Another replied, “Look at you. You don’t have wings. We are not meant to fly. We are meant to walk upon our legs.”
She nodded but her heart whispered, “For now, simply be who you are, where you are. Wings come later.”
She played and ate and slept. She knew she was growing up.
And then it was time. She found a space to grow and to change. She spun her own niche in the world and the changes began.
Nothing felt quite the same. Her body was transforming. Life poked at her safe space and she worried. A tiny whisper said, “You need wings to fly. Just be who you are, where you are.”
She sighed. She felt like she was meant to fly, to be something more. She sighed again, impatient for all of her pieces to form her new self.
The urge to leave her restrictive became essential. She no longer get had a choice, and even though she had dreamed of wings to fly, she didn’t care anymore. She needed to be free, to push past what she prayed was a temporary state.
Then it was time. She struggled to push through the tiny opening that beckoned her. Her struggle took all of her energy. Exhausted, she stopped and wondered if she could just go back to her safe space, despite how painful it had been.
A tiny voice whispered, “Just be who you are, where you are.”
She wondered who she was and how she’d gotten here. A tiny image floated before her closed eyes of butterflies dancing on the wind. She remembered her childhood dream and sighed.
“Whoever I am and wherever I am this is not where I’m supposed to be.” She pushed harder and broke free of her cocoon.
She rested upon the branch. The wind reminded her that she wasn’t quite herself. The sun warmed her. Suddenly she felt free, lighter than ever before… as if she could fly.
And so she did. She fluttered her wings and danced on the wind.
Namaste,
L & Muse