Last week, I pupated.
Last month, I awoke at war.
I am growing and developing and changing, and it is beautiful.
Pupation later. War first, a simple example. There I am in the Park, enjoying the sunshine, lakes, swans, blackberries. I am in William Blake’s “see Heaven in a Wild flower” mode- naturally high, who needs chemicals- and I see a child in a wheelchair. My heart goes out to him, and I think, Oh, the poor child!
Then I get to thinking about this. No, that is completely the wrong way to see it. Here is a child, enjoying the sunshine, lakes, swans, perhaps blackberries, with a couple, perhaps his grandparents, chatting away animatedly. He thinks he hears a woodpecker, they are not sure. None of this, Oh the poor child, thank you. It is beautiful.
I noticed in the Spring that, rather than being “half empty”, my glass was quite dry. And that is not the way to be. My glass can be overflowing with sweet clear refreshing water, and all I need to do is see it. So I am at war. I will find all my negative views of the world, and I will replace them with positive views, because those are more true and more real, and help me to function better. The more I do this, the stronger and happier I get, the more Reality I notice, the more I become truly me.