I am reblogging this post as it speaks some deep truths that emerged for me as I faced breast cancer surgery earlier in the year.
The sun is shining outside, the wind is buffeting the leaves on the trees and I have been inside all day twisting around feeling like a caterpillar caught in the chrysalis that cannot get out no matter how hard it tries to form its wings, the wings are damaged or in the process something happened which did not allow the wings to form properly and so the part caterpillar, part butterfly flaps around on the ground, turning this way and that, unable to take flight.
Last week a friend I went to see Diana Krall perform and she sang a beautiful ballad about a butterfly trapped in the rain. The image was a potent one for me.
This week in therapy I have been exploring the killing energy of my Dad on my soul. It may seem like a little thing, but it was a huge thing, it was SUCH…
View original post 1,113 more words