Three Hundred Sixty Five

365 days of a roof over my head and a meal at my table... 

of being a daughter,a sister,a friend...

of sunshine and rain

 

365 days of self discovery and confusion

of setbacks and comebacks...

            of strength and fragility...

                                                                                    

             

365 days of laughter and tears...

        of right and wrong... 

                       of questions and answers...

                                                          

                   365 days of love and heartbreak...

                       of decisions and choices... 

                                    of loud music and silence...

365 days of fear and courage... 

                     of silly giggles and boredom...

              of the year 2011...

 

I have learnt that each day comes to an end eventually-whether it was the happiest or the saddest day of your life...eventually it ends!

365 days of my life just ended! Bye 2011. Hello 2012!

I pray a blessed 365 days ahead for you :) make each one count!

         Happy New Year!!!! Happy New Year!!!! Happy New Year!!!!

Love,Sue.

                          

The Butterfly Maker

Dear Beautiful Butterfly,

You cried when i was making incisions in your body... you bled... but dear butterfly, i had to make a place to fix your wings...

Making painful incisions on you was my way of letting you know you are better than a "crawler" you are meant for flying, not for crawling

You snapped and cursed,got mad when i tied you up...i felt your pain...but dear butterfly,that is when i had fixed your wings,and you had to be totally immobile for them to hold strong against future strong winds...

Tying you down was for me to ensure that not only could you fly,but your wings would weather the strongest winds of life...

You momentarily stopped crying when i untied you...only to cry louder when i left and switched off all the lights...i know all you saw was darkness...and most of what i was doing made no sense at the time,but i knew if you learnt to flex your wings when you were all alone and in total darkness...there would be no destination unreachable for you in the skies...under the bright sun...

Leaving you alone in the dark was my way of trusting you to be strong as an individual,and to always find your way,even on dark days...

You now have everything you need Beautiful Butterfly...although it took some time,some darkness,some hurt & pain,some patience,you now have all you need so...Fly Butterfly Fly...so much awaits you under the sun :)

Jeremiah 29:11 " For I know the plans I have for you, declares the LORD, plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future"

P/S Let your beauty spots remind of you just how strong you really are ... to have endured the metamorphosis you went through...you came through more beautiful,stronger,wiser...

 Fly Butterfly Fly... Fly Butterfly Fly... Fly Butterfly Fly... Fly Butterfly Fly...Trust me, i have given you everything you need for your journey :)

Lots of love,
The Butterfly Maker.

I CHOOSE TO DANCE

Dear God,

It has been raining for too long...

I am drenched,tired,weary...please shelter me...

              

 while i wait...

while i wait for the rain to stop...

Dear God,

It has been raining for too long...

 I am grateful i am learning to appreciate the beauty of the rain drops...

while i wait...

while i wait for the rain to stop...

 

Dear God,

It has been raining for too long...

I walk,run,fall & stand up...but best of all i am learning to dance... in the rain...

 while i wait...

while i wait for the rain to stop...

His Eyes Told Me So...

Had lived most of his life that man...had a dog called Bobby...
As i sat on that comfy seat i looked into his weary octogenarian eyes as he looked in the distance...

I followed his eyes to see for myself what he stared at in that way...
But where he looked was only a glass window...and a "normal" tree outside...

I turned to him again...
He still looked outside...

Bobby had moved up to him...
He stared right into the man's eyes...his tail wagged...as he rubbed his head against the man's knee...

I touched Bobby...rubbed his neck...
The man still stared outside...i did not look at him now...i fixated my eyes on Bobby's black fur...

I remember the glass coffee table,the white fluffy carpet,Bobby's black fur,that window...his eyes,wrinkly yet strong,strong yet weak,like a soldier who had fought his wars,a man who had lived his life...and i could feel tears well up in my eyes...

His eyes spoke - A wordless speech:  "LIVE YOUR LIFE"