The making of Heart of the Butterfly…
My journey on the Camino didn’t finish as I walked into the Cathedral in Santiago for the Pilgrim’s Mass nor did it finish when I arrived to Finisterre. Great changes were taking place. Similarly, with each page I wrote or each stage toward publication, Heart of the Butterfly felt as though it would never finish – an impossible dream, a never ending project.
Looking through the cocoon, we see endings are simply illusion and nothing more but another step deeper into the story. YOUR story. The road goes on, the story continues. With each sudden curve or crossed-out word we grow towards something stronger, more capable -towards freedom. A freedom on strong wings that soars to your dreams. The twisting, turning struggle within the cocoon is where the alchemy happens, where the magic is made manifest. So, don’t despair, don’t give up dear one, it is all part of the bigger plan- part of YOUR plan, to be the best version of yourself and to make your dreams come true. Trust me.
And so here we are. For weeks I stared fearfully at the freshly delivered cocoons nestled tightly within their neatly packed, safe little cardboard cartons. But then, the first butterfly began to poke, poke, poke. Ever so gradually the packing tape loosened. A beautiful, beautiful butterfly of a book finally emerged -the very first limited author’s edition in blues and purples, shimmering with gold perched delicately upon my palm.
So I leave you with a little story. One that I did not write, but was shared by a knowledgeable elder not so long ago, a not so coincidental comfort. The story arrived on the very eve of another sudden, yet parallel twist in the road which forced my feet to follow my heart. Once again it was time to push out of a cosy cocoon and begin to fly toward an unknown, unfamiliar horizon and…freedom.
These are times of great global change and transformation for all of us. Trust and let the process happen.
-With love, Holly 💜
“One day, a small opening appeared on a chrysalis. A man sat and watched and waited for the butterfly for several hours as it struggled to force its body through the tiny opening. Then, it seemed to stop making any progress. It appeared as if it had gone as far as it could and it could not go any further.
So the man decided to help the butterfly: he took a pair of scissors and opened the chrysalis.
The butterfly then emerged easily. But it had a withered body, it was tiny, and its wings were shriveled.
The man continued to watch. He expected that, at any moment, the wings would open, enlarge and expand to be able to support the butterfly’s body, and then become firm. Neither happened!
In fact, the butterfly spent the rest of its short life crawling around with a withered body and shriveled wings. It never was able to fly.
What the man, in his kindness and his goodwill did not understand was that the restricted chrysalis and the struggle required for the butterfly to get through the tiny opening was the way of forcing fluid from the body of the butterfly into its wings, so that it would be ready for flight once it achieved its freedom.
Sometimes, struggles are exactly what we need in our life. If life allows us to go through our life without any obstacles, it would cripple us. We would not be as strong as we could have been… never been able to fly.”
– Author unknown
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