243 Marbles
The bond that links your true family is not one of blood, but of respect and joy in each other's life. Rarely do members of one family grow up under the same roof.
Richard Bach
Run, my dear,
From anything
That may not strengthen
Your precious budding wings.
Run like hell my dear,
From anyone likely
To put a sharp knife
Into the sacred, tender vision
Of your beautiful heart.
Hafiz
The bond that links your true family is not one of blood, but of respect and joy in each other's life. Rarely do members of one family grow up under the same roof.
Richard Bach
Run, my dear,
From anything
That may not strengthen
Your precious budding wings.
Run like hell my dear,
From anyone likely
To put a sharp knife
Into the sacred, tender vision
Of your beautiful heart.
Hafiz
The death of a parent can be tricky for the whole family and I remember having difficulty with one of my sisters after the funeral. I disagreed with the integrity of some of her handling of funeral expenses and it caused a rift between us. In my point of view, she was being selfish and money-grubbing. The rift wasn’t a silent one - it was a vocal one and a passive aggressive one and I came home from the funeral with the sense that I had buried both a parent and a sister.
Unfortunately, after returning home from the short trip for the funeral, I had to go to work. As I was cycling into work, I went over the events of the proceeding days and I relived the trauma and the loss. Instead of staying in that place of my emotions, I knew enough to let it go. As I got closer to work, I left the past behind me and I tried to tap into my lightness of being. My grief would take a while to process, but the drama of the funeral was released.
When I arrived at work, I was happy to see a regular customer who I had known for several years. She gave me a big hug. The next time I went by her table, she was gone and I thought it odd that she didn’t say good-bye. Within a few moments, she had returned with a package for me. She gave me the small gift saying,”You were meant to soar. From the moment that I met you, I knew that you were meant for great things. Don’t let anyone or anything get you down. Don’t listen to anyone who tells you otherwise. You were meant to soar.”
I looked at her with tears of gratitude in my eyes. She had no idea what a challenging week I had experienced - the loss of a parent, the stress with my sister. When I opened the packet, it was a jade butterfly on a gold chain. The customer helped me fasten the chain around my neck and said, “I don’t think that I have ever introduced myself before…” And to my disbelief, she shared the exact name with my sister (not a particularly common name).
I was told that jade was used to ward off harm and the butterfly is the eternal symbol of transformation. I wear this necklace everyday as a talisman of magic. Sometimes life can be filled with such grace and I am humbled to be part of the dance.
Richard Bach wrote, "The mark of your ignorance is the depth of your belief in injustice and tragedy. What the caterpillar calls the end of the world, the master calls a butterfly." How much of you is a caterpillar viewing this breakup as a tragedy? What would it take for you to see with butterfly eyes?
Unfortunately, after returning home from the short trip for the funeral, I had to go to work. As I was cycling into work, I went over the events of the proceeding days and I relived the trauma and the loss. Instead of staying in that place of my emotions, I knew enough to let it go. As I got closer to work, I left the past behind me and I tried to tap into my lightness of being. My grief would take a while to process, but the drama of the funeral was released.
When I arrived at work, I was happy to see a regular customer who I had known for several years. She gave me a big hug. The next time I went by her table, she was gone and I thought it odd that she didn’t say good-bye. Within a few moments, she had returned with a package for me. She gave me the small gift saying,”You were meant to soar. From the moment that I met you, I knew that you were meant for great things. Don’t let anyone or anything get you down. Don’t listen to anyone who tells you otherwise. You were meant to soar.”
I looked at her with tears of gratitude in my eyes. She had no idea what a challenging week I had experienced - the loss of a parent, the stress with my sister. When I opened the packet, it was a jade butterfly on a gold chain. The customer helped me fasten the chain around my neck and said, “I don’t think that I have ever introduced myself before…” And to my disbelief, she shared the exact name with my sister (not a particularly common name).
I was told that jade was used to ward off harm and the butterfly is the eternal symbol of transformation. I wear this necklace everyday as a talisman of magic. Sometimes life can be filled with such grace and I am humbled to be part of the dance.
Richard Bach wrote, "The mark of your ignorance is the depth of your belief in injustice and tragedy. What the caterpillar calls the end of the world, the master calls a butterfly." How much of you is a caterpillar viewing this breakup as a tragedy? What would it take for you to see with butterfly eyes?
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