beginnings

 


Walking into the forest, the butterflies hung from the Oyamel Fir trees, their bodies thickly stacked together for warmth and protection from predators. They were more than a presence these beautiful creatures, filling every branch and inch of tree trunk with their fading colors. I could sense the mystery of their whispering wings fluttering all about. It was a magical moment, a surreal sight of wonder and awe. It would be years later before I would understand that although the mind may sense a subtle call, for any transformation to truly begin the heart must be willing to make a connection and listen.


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                                photo credit shelley bauer