Wednesday, June 24, 2009

Baby Love

I have fallen off the blog map. Life has been a bit crazy these last few weeks, but I did manage to escape last weekend and visit with my new favourite little beautiful little niece Sarai. It's amazing how much love one can feel for a baby. It was instant. As soon as I looked at her, as soon as I held her in my arms and looked into those sweet baby blues, it was pure love. I miss her already.

And I miss you too! Next week is when summer mode sets in for me. I hope to be here much more regularly, and I can't wait to come visit all of you and see what beauty is to be found on your corner of the blog map. I long to feel connected again. I am feeling a wee bit homesick for this wonderful community.

I will see you very soon!
Love to you all.

Monday, June 8, 2009

Room to Grow

And the day came when the risk to remain
tight in a bud became more painful
than the risk it took to blossom.

~Anais Nin

Tuesday, June 2, 2009

Fuzz to Flight

This little guy might not know it yet, but he is about to taste a freedom he has never experienced before.

I think butterflies may be one of the happiest creatures on earth. They don't come into this life knowing how to fly. They are small and vulnerable as caterpillars. The world must seem so large and treacherous. As they teeter on the edges of leaves, the slightest wind threatens their stability. They must be wary of hiking boots and bird beaks, raindrops and spiderwebs. Crossing a patch of grass must be slow and exhausting. And one must not be afraid of heights if he wishes to survive as a caterpillar.

But if he does make it through this uncertain phase of life, the rewards are astounding. He will grow beautiful colourful wings and lift above all those previous struggles.

I think birds take their ability to fly for granted. They are born feathered and have not known any other way. But a butterfly knows how limiting a life without wings can be.

No wonder they flit and flutter around so deliriously... seemingly drunk on air, madly catching breezes and currents like flying tulips.

So I say to this little caterpillar perched upon this leaf...hang in there fuzzy is about to get a whole lot more interesting.