A butterfly moment.

I danced in glee
wild and free,
as a butterfly fluttered,
alighting on my shoulder.

I closed my eyes,
in rapturous ecstasy,
of a moment that,
created a magic in my soul.

A brief spell of,
its fleeting beauty and love,
a rush of wings,
and then it was gone.

Brush of a miracle,
etched in my heart,
a butterfly moment,
to last forever in my soul.

Wisp of breath

In a  wisp of breath,

beautiful yet vibrantly fragile,

you unchained my soul,

with a love so breathtaking

revealing the magic of the moment.

Magical messenger.

Butterflies that flutter around in nature always amaze and fascinate me.  I started observing them keenly after my experience with them in Yercaud where they taught me the magic of 'the moment.' I  just love the way they flutter  around, not being in one place for too long,  still adding their beauty and colour to the surroundings they touch even though they don't live long.

Last night a butterfly visited my kitchen, it was fluttering above the stove, and my heart was in my mouth. What if it fell on the stove?  I placed my palm near it, but it fluttered away. So I caught it and left it in my balcony near the money plant. After a while I went out to check on it but couldn't find it...so was happy that it fluttered away. For me those were "butterfly moments" - short but meaningful moments in my  life that actually made it worth living valuing life.

Morning when I was watering my potted plants, my heart skipped a beat to see the butterfly lying near it in a puddle of rainwater. For a second I thought it was dead, but when I touched it moved. I was really overjoyed. It's wings were heavy being wet and it couldn't flutter nor fold it's wings.  I picked it up very carefully and placed it on my palm, but it just flitted away down. One side of the balcony wall was dry and the sun was shining on it. So I picked it up,  placed it there carefully and went away to finish my work.

After finishing all my work, I went back to the balcony I was really happy to see it seated at the same place with its wings folded. I just kept my palm near it.....to my joy it just moved on to my palm and started moving it's legs and antenna as if showing its gratitude to me. That really moved me, yet again it reminded me of the "butterfly moments." I placed it there and went away as I had to go out. But when I came back it was gone.....leaving me with some beautiful feelings.

I learned that moments  like these may be just moments; though unexpected ones that  nonetheless take away  the daily drudgery with more meaning of the moments of colour, moments of appreciation and most importantly, moments of value. What does the word "value" really mean?   I guess the beauty of it is that it brings me closer to the realization that "perceived value;"  it's how much value I  wish to give something. It's more about enjoying the journey than reaching the destination.

I  see butterflies almost every day of my life. And when they hover around me, I feel blessed and fulfilled adding  more "butterfly moments" to my life, by  simply following  my heart's passions.

Pain a messenger.

It is one thing to feel empathy for others, but something totally different to be in pain. Each person, own pain is most difficult until one goes through chronic pain day in and day out or an illness that calls for sheer grit to go through it. Chronic pain is pain that continues for weeks, months and even years. The experience of acute pain is excruciating and traumatic.  With chronic pain, however, pain signals continue abnormally that can be both distressing and exhausting for chronic pain sufferers. To understand chronic pain sufferers, you should learn about chronic pain, be supportive and know what to say and what not to.

When I  embrace pain, making it burn  as fuel for my journey, i learn to live with it though it can be crippling at times.  I prefer walking bravely through pain’s cleansing fire, although it does scare me at times  burning  so brightly that I  walk in knowing it will hurt me a lot. But I know I  will come out on the other side stronger and more complete. There is a beauty in pain that  even happiness cannot touch, because I risked myself letting  myself feel it. Pain is what  brought me back to myself .

Pain is a part of my experience, not something I  run away from, to escape. Pain will find me somehow, and to go through its cleansing fire is one of the truest things that can happen to value  life.

The gift in pain, because it makes me find a meaning for life.
I have come to realize the importance of pain in protecting myself  and the gift inherent in pain. Within an understanding of pain, I  find the gift that pain is a warning of harm to the body. Pain is a also a messenger, an expression in a  very straight forward way.   It says my  body has approached the limits of its endurance. The pain is present and I respond to that pain even before I can think about what is happening, a mechanism to tell me something can be potentially injurious to my well being. Without pain my  body would not be warned of any danger. Had I not felt the stabbing pain in my breast I would never have known that cancer has invaded my body. Today it is the pain that warns me knowing that pain is a messenger  warning me   that something is being taken past it limits of endurance.  There are the myriad types of pain that don’t seem to be so straight forward to this simple analysis.  There is the pain that comes because a part of my body just stops functioning properly.  It is a warning, a messenger, an alarm.  Ultimately the pain is a fact  of endurance of a truth of my being.....wading through life with a complicated body of complicated pains.