Butterfly

I've not blogged in a long time.

Perhaps it is because I've felt a lack of inspiration.  Or perhaps it is due to the fatigue after getting sick in Guatemala and spending a brief amount of time in the hospital there and at home.

However, I felt called to write tonight.  I was writing a few book reviews, the last for The Butterfly and the Violin by Kristy Cambron and I felt that buzz.  That jolt you get when inspiration hits you.

Butterfly.

In the book it is the nickname of one of the main characters.  I think I'm feeling like a bit of a butterfly lately.

I long felt like a big ol' caterpillar.  Slowly inching my way through life.  Just standing in a state of being.  A state of between.

Then I felt like I had created a chrysalis for myself.  Wrapped up nice and tight, existing in the dark, hanging by a thread and just waiting.

Image from RGB Stock.

Waiting for what I don't know.

I think that I'm ready.

I think that I'm ready to be a butterfly.

I don't quite know what that means.  Or how I will take shape.  What I will look like.  When I will spread my wings and fly.

But I think I'm ready.

I know I'm ready.

Or at least, I'm more ready than I've ever been.