Photo by Bankim Desai on Unsplash
Elizabeth Morana, Dec. 9, 2019
I often awaken in the middle of the night and find myself reflecting; many seemingly disparate thoughts and ideas come. And then a sentence comes, loud and clear, and I know from past experience, if I don’t write this down, it will disappear.
This morning, one such sentence came: We are being awakened into His Love. It didn’t bring any explanation with it. I wrote it and waited to see if there was more. There wasn’t. So, I lay back down and turned the light off.
Within a minute, more came, and with the words came an image—a butterfly in the process of opening the pod it had found itself in—it’s chrysalis. I could sense it was weak and somewhat confused—as though it were awakening from a long sleep.
I sat up again, turned on the light, and continued writing. I realized as I wrote, that it was very much about me. And about more than me.
Recently, I’ve been telling people: I‘m changed! After much Wholebody focusing and Heartfelt Conversation, after much prayer, after much meditation, I made it clear to all the Powers That Be: I’m willing to be changed, to let go of old dramas and the possibility of reliving them, to face the unknown of the Present Moment.—as best I can.
Here’s what came to me at 5am this morning when I turned the light back on:
When she emerged from the Chrysalis, she was not the kind of butterfly she’d expected to be.
In fact, it was all different than she’d imagined. She wasn’t sure what to make of this.
She’d expected to be fully functional— and she stood at this new threshold, hesitant. The ground felt different. The air. She was bewildered.
She scanned the landscape. Butterflies of all shapes and sizes—and other beings—slowly appeared.
How do you talk to these other creatures, she wondered. What will come out when I begin to speak?
Relax, something whispered. No hurry.
She sank into the moment. The ground beneath her softened. A sigh welled up. Even the air cradled her.
And she knew: I am here. That is enough. Nothing needs to happen.