Ephemeral, delicate chrysalis. You once housed the butterfly that has moved on to assembling another cycle of its life. Once you encased a dream. Once you provided protection from the harsh elements -- shielding the yet premature one, unripe to be unleashed.
I believe our Creator graciously gave us things of nature to learn from.
Somehow potential disturbs us. We come to a point where we feel we can contribute more. The unrest in our being is like an itch that won't go away until it finds expression. The ever powerful question "What on earth am i here for?" rings loud.
I have all these crazy ideas and a flurry of desires. I have my plan A's, B's, and C's. Yet i must be patient with my dreams. I will give birth to them. In the proper time.
