Free at Last

Nothing stirs me up more than reading a story about a wrongfully imprisioned person being set free. This story about a Texas man had my tears rolling, (unfortunately I was at Starbucks at the time). I don't know how I would cope with the anger and resentment of being wrongfully imprisioned - and with having years of my life stolen from me. This man chooses the higher path of putting resentment behind him so his life ahead of him can truly be free (there I go tearing up again....)

http://www.texasmonthly.com/2010-11-01/webextra6.php

The Monarch

On a walk yesterday I saw a shadow of a butterfly near me. I couldn't spot exactly where it was. Then as I continued to walk along, it came into my vision. It sat on a plant, flapping its wings. One seemed battered and broken. With my spirits downtrodden lately, I could relate to its battered wing. Then the butterfly took off, flying fast in front of me. I caught up to it as it sucked nectar out of another plant. On close inspection I could see that on one wing, the bottom wing was missing. That didn't stop the butterfly from flying, even with a damaged wing. I took inspiration from that. If the butterfly could keep flying fast and free than so could I.