Someone wrote me over the weekend who was struggling with the time it takes to get from here to there. It made me think of butterflies and chrysalises.
There is work in transformation, but there is also beauty. How does the spirit shape itself in a body so that it stores up information that it can use, and when the time is right, blossom again into a new form?
We live in a world where results are heralded as the all important goal. But then, what are we supposed to do with the process? Close our eyes and hold our noses until we get there? Somehow, that doesn't make sense to me. I understand it because I have been subjected to the same attitudes. But maybe we are supposed to open our eyes and breathe deeply and live our transformations consciously and with much self-love along the journey and not just at its end. There is as much joy when a fatty dances freely as when a tiny ballerina does, and maybe even more liberation. We are meant to dance. It is in our spirits and it frees us to be our spirits.
So, for today, I have a wish for anybody reading. That you will step and turn a little with self-love and maybe even spin across the floor and, in whatever shape you are in at this moment in time, let yourself dance in it and celebrate the journey.
-bbffair
[This lovely photograph above is brought to you courtesy of http://commons.wikimedia.org]
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