Fly away, my friend.
Follow the map written on your heart.
Let your colors blaze in the sunshine as you skim across the ocean of prairie, its fall blossoms dancing in the breeze.
Dart through the forests until you find a safe harbor for the night, a leaf among the autumn leaves.
In the morning, push on. You have places to go and things to do.
Have no doubts regarding the course of your flight.
Though your path may trace circles and spirals in the air, and double back toward the waving bluestem heads, it is true to your heart.
Flutter on, a dark speck against expanse of the universe, with an occasional flash of fire when the sunlight catches your vigor.
Do not worry if no others follow the path you break. They follow the maps of their own hearts, and none can know what is written for another.
Though destinations are one, it is the journey which paints life with purpose.
Your journey is your own, unique and wonder-filled.
Congregate with others along the way, sharing shelter and sustenance.
And do not despair if their paths depart from yours.
You will have gained strength and stamina during the gatherings.
But follow your own heart. Cling to your purpose.
Stay with your course and Godspeed, my friend.
2 thoughts on “To the Butterflies Among my Friends”
Loved this entry, my friend. I miss seeing you. Hope all is well.
Thanks, Mary. I miss you too. We need a long visit to get caught up!