Butterfly, flying beautiful, in its splendor, for all to see. But before this transition came lonliness, darkness; an unattractive caccoon. In life, as with butterflies.....this step is nescessary for growth. The fall before the rise, crawling slowly before we can fly. Whether a butterfly, you or I. Being who we are. Inconsistant. Long periods of internal dreariness for a small chapter of celebration. Or we can celebrate every moment....Grateful.
