I love the beauty of this little moth, but I must take a minute to think of the changes it has gone through to bless the earth.
When hiking
in the Tetons one afternoon, I watched a delicate blue moth, with hundreds of it's friends flit near a
stream of water.
“I would
like to be as carefree as you,” I said.
“I haven’t
always been this way,” replied Blue.
“It
must have taken great energy for you to create the fragile, but durable chrysalis
protection you lived in for a time in your early life.”
“The slumber
was delicious,” said Blue, “and a much deserved rest after the energy it took
to harbor myself.”
“But, in the end, it must have been a struggle to break free of
the protection you created for yourself,” I said.
“It had become
a prison,” said Blue. “The twisting, and pressing to get free was a lot of work?
“You must
feel very tired,” I suggested.
“Oh, but
look what we’ve become,” said Blue. “The first time I took flight. Such a
feeling of exhilaration!”
“What a
sense of freedom,” I said.
“But I
wouldn’t have appreciated it if I hadn’t known confinement first,” said Blue.
Tiny little
Blue danced away. As I watched, I reflected on the parallel between Blue’s life
and mine. How many times have I created a protection to shield me from harm—my shyness,
my inability to listen to others, my self-centeredness, my lack of empathy.
As I matured, my protection became a prison. I pushed against my protection, broke free,
What protection have you created? Has it become a prison? Let go and enjoy the journey.
