What a journey

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I found this exquisite butterfly in my backyard today. There were two, actually. One with an amazing blue color, and this little one, with torn up wings where the blue should have gone.

To me, this butterfly was a warrior. Chewed up yet still flying on.

Ever feel like you or your life is a bit chewed up? Don’t let that get you down. There is so much out there for you. You just have to find it. Just like how this butterfly found our flowers in our backyard. To you, that may not seem exciting. “It’s just a butterfly. And it’s just a flower.”

You’re wrong. Did you know that when they reach full maturity, that they can live for a week up to a year. This little guy has to squeeze in everything in such a short time. They serve as an example. Life is short, so you have to make the most of it.

Don’t let predators attack you and leave you hanging! Get back up and fight. Find what you’re meant to do. Help others. Your life with all of the good and bad is still a beautiful and wonderful thing. No matter how beaten up, torn, or chewed on, or “broken” they may be, they are still very beautiful. And so are you. You may have been torn down a few times. But like the butterfly, you should be able to fly onward. You mean something. You are worth something.

Goodnight everyone. Smile. And pleasant dreams. When life gets you down – just keep living, loving, breathing, swimming, flying, and everything else you do!

Xoxo

Robin egg blue

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Hmmm… In deep thought. New life has been formed and released into this big bad world! Thoughts arise, such as, “Did this new life learn to fly?”

I always wonder what it would be like to fly high above the rooftops. To feel the wind lift me up.

Or did this little bird fall to its doom? SPLAT!

Wow- I had no etiquette back in the day, apparently. 🤦‍♀️

-Rose 2025 Reflecting

A short life. Gone, and no one to care. Just a bird.

I can’t tell you how many tiny skeletons of poor babies I’ve found while walking the sidewalks.

Deep within, my heart starts to swell. What a life to live, but yet, to truly not live at all.

Isn’t that the majority of us? We are breathing, living our lives. But are we truly living? I mean, truly living our lives like we should be? Or are we just waking around carelessly, every day, paying our bills, cooking, cleaning, following a list.

What does it mean to you? What is truly living for you? How do you feel?

Some days… I feel like my eyes are the windows, and somewhere inside of me, is another me, fighting to escape this body. Like peering out of a window when you’re in school. Wishing to be on that one swing that everyone fights over.

Are you soaring in the sky?

Well, are you?

-Rose 2025 Reflecting