I am greeted by raging Shakiness.
This felt internal experience.
Like Everything is on Red Alert,
Like Danger is imminent and could come from anywhere, anyone at any moment.
Action stations!
Sirens!
Shakiness.....
The thoughts & emotions go to town!
Joining forces, legions of stress.
DEFCON 100 is created.
Trauma is unleashed from its holding to say - “Here I am! Remember me?!!!”
Everything joins together to say Leave, throw in the towel, Give Up this life...
Repetitive, Familiar, nothing new.
But there’s Something else....
Amidst the whirling, spinning, chaotic storms,
There is something delicate.
Something impossibly Tiny.
Something magical.
Something innocent.
Something so small in all the intense Shakiness that it is easy not to see or to notice.
It is So fragile, sweet and pure
That it Demands my attention.
I can’t take my eyes off it.
It is like transparent white wings
Of a Tiny butterfly.
It whispers to my heart so quietly that I need to focus intently on what it says.
I need to take my focus off the Shakiness and
turn to the Shimmering Wings to listen to the whispers.
Amidst the raging, repetitive storms,
The butterfly whispers
Over and over and over and over...
“Stay”
The delicate, fragile, tender sweetness
Makes me forget the Shakiness and gasp in awe,
And keep leaning my ear into the butterfly in the storms to listen to it say “Stay”.
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