It’s been a rather odd week for one reason and another and without realising it I think I’ve been feeling a little run down and tired. Often in life you can forget to really live and find yourself just going through the motions and not really seeing and experiencing things around you…. if you know what I mean.
Sometimes you can’t see the wood for the trees.
And it’s easy to become detached and distant from things.
Every morning, unless it’s raining, I like to sit with a nice strong cup of tea in my little courtyard. Well, yesterday as I headed out, I saw a butterfly caught fast by an old cobweb. I removed the cobweb and then noticed that one of it’s wings was all curled up. I tried my best to straighten it out, and then let it go.
But it couldn’t fly and just fell to the ground where it struggled about lopsidedly. I felt horrible, I realised I would have to kill a butterfly, something that I would find very hard to do.
So I picked it up, and although not feeling very hopeful, I had another go at fixing the curled-up wing. This time a bit of it fell off but left the rest of the wing pretty straight, so I let it go, and to my great surprise it flew off perfectly, even though it’s wings were making a tattered, fluttering kind of noise.
This morning, as usual I pottered out to the courtyard with my cuppa and sat on my little chair. I’d only been sat for a few seconds when I heard the tattered fluttering of wings behind my head. And there was the wounded butterfly. It actually did a few laps around me, much to my great delight, and then it went off to feed on the Buddleia.
And all this got me thinking. Sometimes our creativity, or spirit can become trapped or bogged down, and although sometimes it may cause a little pain and upheaval, we can free ourselves again. Only we can set our spirits free….
Somehow, that encounter with the tattered little butterfly woke me up again…..