It was very much like leaving your world and stepping into tranquility. It was very much like something from a peaceful meditation and the people moved slowly so they wouldn't step on a butterfly because they are so delicate.
How I wish we could live inside that house, moving slowly, being careful, trying not to damage each other, smiling, and appreciating nature.
But in the real world, we move fast and we rush over highways and speed our way to the next appointment, ignoring every green plant and colorful flower that flew past our window in a blurr at about 80 miles per hour.
We fly into rooms and bump into each other and toss out apologies like they are cheap and meaningless.
Sometimes we intentionally go out of our way to hurt other people. And when we do that, we hurt ourselves because we deafened our ears to the music that soothed our souls and we covered our eyes to the beautiful flowers that enrich or lives, and we harden our hearts to love.
And who’s to say it is wrong for a butterfly to be so sensitive and so delicate and so fragile in a world that is so cruel?
How I wish there was a sign on my door in my life that warned visitors to please understand that a butterfly is not like an alligator and the wings are not like leather. I wish people would try to read the signs more and listen to unspoken rules.
We were warned to not interfere with the butterflies lives, that our hands might damage their delicate wings and we might cause their premature deaths. But who will warn us not to damage each other and who will caution us that our rude words and cruel deeds also cause death in a slow painful manner.
Perhaps I will learn how to change yet from this butterfly that is easily hurt, into something stronger and something more resistant to pain. Perhaps I am in a cocoon at this very moment and am building strength and growing wings that resist hate. Perhaps I will immerge from this place with a new name and be able to fly to places that I never could dream of.
There were over 20 different varieties of butterflies in that small room and each one of them was on a journey.
Life in General
