The Strait of Georgia encompassed me as I stood at the top of the freshly rain laden mound. I took in a long breath in awe of it’s enormity. As I walked further down, the water became closer and more expansive. I felt like a mere speck in the universe only having experienced this once before in Oahu as night fell and the sun set for the day. In Hawaii when the water embraced the sun, when the union of the world below merged with the world above my heart skipped a beat and with it my feet tingled. It was in that moment I knew there was something larger than me at the end of this game, we call life. There is a power greater than myself that has given me so many blessings. How selfish humans are in so many ways, we do not appreciate nature as much as we should. There is an innocence and peacefulness in these waves I view in the distance, that beckons me to continue walking. My mind and body are calm and at ease. The wind gently pulls at my hair that was in a ponytail, now flowing freely around my face. I hear the comforting sound of birds and see several boats sailing in the deep jade coloured waters as the night began closing in. The mist below my feet starts to rise and with it my visibility becomes reduced.. One can describe a certain balance that I sense is entering my consciousness or is it just what one’s natural state is meant to be? Are we so convoluted with technology and worries that we fail to arrive home very often? To me, this was worth a lifetime and yet seems a lifetime ago.
Many of us have become accustomed to performing certain duties and taking on specific roles in our lives. We do what is expected, what is required, what one must do to complete tasks. We sometimes do things or don’t do things because we are seeking someone’s approval or to avoid criticism. Maybe we do things to keep the peace and avoid conflict.
At midnight I found myself listening to music and thinking about the colourful butterflies I saw this weekend camping. I have always been one that was fascinated with butterflies at a very young age. Back then there colours and vitality would captivate me for hours. They flutter about in such a magical fashion, they are free to fly wherever they wish, they are not bound by social norms or societal expectations. A large black butterfly with yellow trim appeared to follow me for most of the weekend. It landed on my shoulder a few times before it finally flew off into the woods.
A butterfly represents a free spirit, when was the last time your let your butterfly out? Is your butterfly awake? I danced like nobody was watching to my music under the stars and the moonlight…. thank you butterfly for reminding me to be just me.