Butterfly Wisdom

Today I saw a monarch come out of her chrysalis. Her wings were drying as she clung to the blades of grass with wings of black, cerulean blue, gold, and fiery orange hues, with dark lavender eyes.  I had been waiting for her to emerge for the longest two weeks ever…at least it felt like it. I pet her as a green and golden caterpillar. I watched the cocoon form, bend, and grow horns. Then today I watched her emerge. A friend said it was messy. Another friend said it was crazy how the cells separate, and reform into this different being.

I think this is a good reminder for us all that sometimes you have to let things die in order to grow those wings and fly. Sometimes things are beautiful and great as is, but when one lets go of outmoded ways they can emerge into something way more beautiful than they had imagined. More importantly you are not stuck to that fennel anymore, because now you can fly!

-K. K. Powell

James Douglas Morrison

A musician, and a poet who was never taken as serious as he wanted to be. I would have loved to explore this man’s brain. Born in the wrong era. Pam and Jim were the perfect storm. Messy chaotic… but the sun still shined, and flowers still bloomed. Till death. 💛

The end of the day

At the end of the day.

There is nothing more to say.

Be grateful for what came with ease.

Wash away any thoughts which brought you to your knees.

Because at the end of the day…

It is only the self which you really need to please.

-K.K. Powell