A little caterpillar climbed a tall tree and came to a stop on a leafy branch high up in the green. He rested awhile. He looked around and he was happy with his resting place, soaking his body in the sunshine and feeling at ease being 'just so'. With the sun warming his blood and life around him very still, he felt content. A few weeks passed and the little caterpillar found he was becoming restless, 'What is this?' he thought to himself. 'I am not understanding why I am feeling this way, I have everything I will ever need up here in this place' . He looked around, nothing had changed. The leaves still a glistening green, swaying in the breeze: the sun, a golden yellow button giving new life to all below him, he began to feel sleepy. Tired. The little caterpillar decided he would close his eyes awhile. He made himself a bed in which to sleep, turning over and over in order to feel comfortable. Through his effort and energy spent, he fell asleep. He started to dream here in his safe place.The sun shone a blistering red, painting the sky a masterpiece over an emerald green homeland. Leaves applauded in the breeze; an ovation for the sun's stupendous fanfare of the day and invited the flowers to stretch tall and embrace the goodness of the hour. Mother fox called her cubs to suckle and rest a while and safely in her den, exchanged stories and adventures of past hours. The mountains towered high, slicing the skyline in two with jagged tip beauty and hats of snow; silent white with thunderous voice, charming in her flawless beauty. The stream, the giver of life, the cleanser of souls. All was magnificent...
The little caterpillar started to stir, sleep complete and energy replenished. He thought how beautiful a dream could be, but feeling a little sad that he would never be invited to share his dream vision of this beautiful place, for he was far too small to carry himself toward these things. He looked outside of his sleeping place, shards of sunshine divided the trees and stung his eyes. He blinked. How he wished he could travel toward the sun and see the running water the birds so often talked of. He felt alone. Suddenly then, a winged beauty appeared and rested aside him. She was most splendid. "Come with me" she said, 'Let's go exploring'. The little caterpillar laughed at the beautiful creature and told her that he was unable to reach such heights of adventure, for he was small and earth walking. The beautiful creature looked at the caterpillar closely and sighed, 'You are not looking closely enough little caterpillar, for while you were sleeping, you took on the colours of your world. Come with me, see for yourself your future, your colour'.
The beautiful creature then took flight, asking once again for the little caterpillar to follow. 'Believe in yourself little one, for although within this life we are very small, there is nothing greater than a mind full of dreams and a heart full of love'. The little caterpillar lifted his head and saw that he was changed. Rejoiced, he shed a tear as he looked back toward his old life...he flew away.
Fly high little butterfly...
For my friend Maria Passuni @mariaineselvira ~ with love
