The Caterpillar Who Grew It's Wings

What a great day to be alive:  Sun shining.  Weather sweet.  Birds chirping.  Grass fresh.  Ants building.  Leaves blowing.  It's a late August morning and there are so many uncertainties . And even more  unknowns with pain and vulnerability so closely attached.  I feel open. Susceptible to the elements of earth and life. Unguarded . Terribly fragile. Scared. And yet so free.  Only God knows my future and it's only scary because I can't see. The giants in my head are truly small when pitted against the grand scheme of things. I will take this time given to me and decide what I want from my life.  I will learn, unlearn, prioritize, manage, and trust. Butterfly kisses and Lavendar tea, Danie

Below is a story, a collection of thoughts that formed as I sat in rush-hour traffic for what seemed like forever. An elderly woman taking her time in the midst of our "rush-hour" inspired me. This piece came out of that inspiration and I am grateful...  During rush hour traffic. An old woman set herself to cross the street at the intersection. Some unassuming good soul was the first car to stop. In order not to seem more inhumane than the next city dweller, the other cars stopped forming a courteous and polite line as the woman shuffled into the street.  Plastered half smiles quickly turned into impatient stares that drilled holes into the woman's back deeper than memories. As the cars piled up and the faces tightened it was evident that all plans and deadlines were to bow down to the small elderly woman .  Everyone who sat waiting for her to cross saw her and though few may have recognized it at the time, they also saw what she represented.  Behind the sunglasses a...