Butterflies, the Doorsteps of Heaven and one man's Outreach.

It's all too easy these days to lose sight of what truly matters...

Commercials crash sideways?and the noise of life is sometimes deafening.?

Indeed, inside the hazy?confusion of moving fast here and swaying hard there, even when we pause and pivot to stare in the mirror, we can lose sight of ourselves and sadly forget to remember just how much each of us actually matter in the cacophony of life's soundstage.?

I get it.?Life.?It's hard, at least sometimes.?You're swinging as hard as you can but the punches keep coming, the referees aren't calling on your side, the flags keep falling, the whistles are blowing and the clouds are ever forming, looming and encroaching...

Perdoname Senor por mi debilidad?y mis dudas.?La Vida se pone difícil aqui en la Tierra a veces.?Estoy golpeando y rezando?mucho, aferrandome?a lo que se y estoy seguro y se que que esto es cierto, todavía?estoy cantando aunque un poco menos fuerte en estos días.?Te agradezco?por escuchar por susurros de un nino?como yo, pero a veces solo quiero mecerme en una hamaca sobre un mar suave, con brisas?saladas y todo, y dejarme llevar por los sue?os?del Eterno.?Llevame a case Big Guy y jaja que mi corazón?escucha?las canciones del Cielo...

Earlier?today I had a talk with Heaven.?It was a touch and twinge and tender tough one of those conversations of talks.?Something I should have done some time ago but I let life get in the way of living.?

So I knelt down, held no?punches back, and I started singing hard. And She sang back equally and tantamount to my song. My voice matched Her's, though Heaven is a tad more melodic, I'll give Her that.

I walked hard into this talk despite my broken?toes and bloodied?feet, despite the stains of my heart and missteps of my movements, stumbling and swaying in the wilderness,?I balked and wolf barked and battled?it out with the Angels. Heaven and I beat each other up a bit, back and forth, and we swung our punches, exchanged our differences in the ring of the Ethereal and expressed our opinions vehemently, ferociously?and fiercely.?

And Heaven knows how to shout and swing back!?

But She also knows how to listen.?

And my untamed heart is eternally grateful for the Streets of the Divine for They listen?softly?when one's heart needs it sometimes...

My voice these days has been raised and I don't like that.?It's not the man I want to be.?This world has too much rage and redness and righteousness unjustified.

So I shed my emotions and eliminations and elevations?at Her doorstep.?I laid down my anger and angst and asked for a little guidance.?

And then I got up, somewhat broken but definitely reborn, walked into the next room and just hugged my mom, my hero.?She's the best!

So the eastern sky gave way to the ethereal lights above, and the Sun came roaring into this day unabashed and unashamed, and its light illuminated a lesson that I had once heard some days ago but it finally settled into the sands of my soul:

Behold the Caterpillar...

His world was tough.?The nights were endless and the ground was unforgiving.?He crawled around, beseeching in the darkness lonely and searching for any food and a pillow to rest his lonely head.?Albeit his efforts were all made in good faith, all of his roads lead to destruction and emptiness.?Striking up and swinging hard left, he tried his best.?But ultimately?all he had at the end of the ropeless day was a glimmer?of a leaf to lay upon, and closing his eyes with nothing more than a hope and?promise of tomorrow that life would bring something better.?

Days passed.?Months went by, indeed years swept into the sands of time.?The rains roared down and the stars no longer held their shine.?

Music no longer reached his ears.?Food lost its taste.?Life fell completely apart and everything unraveled...?

So distraught and full of despair, or just better said, just wanting to retire and lay his tired head down and sleep into an oblivion, he closed his eyes into what he thought would be forever.?

And to his complete surprise, as the cocoon broke apart and the morning light raised its glory upon him, the Butterfly emerged.?Wings extended and ready to take flight, the Caterpillar was reborn and sailed into a new world of colors and possibilities!

The reminder lesson exists simply in this:? Just when all the constellations in your life go dark and deep, when there no longer seems to exist any light, when all the waves have washed away and times fall silently hard in the night, hold on, for the song of your soul will raise up and all the world will be graced to hear the symphony of the glory of You being reborn.?

In the Book of Humanity, your story counts more than you yet realize!?

So glad you're here.?