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The Caterpillar, The Butterfly, The Eagle and The Dove

  • Posted on January 5, 2010 at 9:45 pm

In a dream I saw myself as a caterpillar.  Everyday, I inched along, doing what caterpillars do; never getting very far above the ground.  Though progress was slow, I was driven by an insatiable appetite, so I kept on going.  I ingested everything in my path but it seemed nothing ever satisfied the hunger that I felt. I knew that a Caterpillar was what I was meant to be. Then one day, I noticed something was different.  I was overcome by a very strong need to be still. And so I decided to build a cocoon.  It was cold and dark on the inside of the cocoon. But I could feel myself begin to change from the inside out and I knew that it was meant to be. Time seemed irrelevant while I was there.  A moment could have been eternity; eternity, a moment.  It was all the same to me.  I remained in the stillness; not understanding what was happening but believing that it should. I rested in that belief until there appeared in the cocoon a pin hole of light. I heard the light call to me, “Come.”  For the first time since entering the cocoon, I began to stir.

It was a real struggle at first, but the more I moved toward the light the brighter the light became.  The brighter the light became, the less I had to struggle.  Then suddenly, I realized I was no longer inside the cocoon. I was still hanging on to it, but I was no longer inside it.  I felt the warmth of the light as it began to wipe away the cold and the dark to which I had grown so accustomed.  Hanging there, I felt a soft breeze blow across my body.  I heard a voice in the light say “It’s time to let go.”  As I heard these words, I found myself letting go of what remained of the confining cocoon.  At first I was afraid of falling, then to my surprise, I began to fly.  Yes, it was true. I was now a Butterfly.  I had emerged from the cocoon with the most beautiful pair of wings.  I felt such a need to fly; a need that was just as insatiable as the hunger I had felt when I was a caterpillar.  The feeling of joy and freedom that overcame me was indescribable. I wanted to share it with the world. I spread my wings and I took to the sky.  I danced on the wind and I kissed every flower that I saw.  I knew that a Butterfly was what I was meant to be.

One morning, as I was fluttering about as Butterflies do, I looked up and saw a beautiful mountain; a big, beautiful majestic mountain.  I rested on a nearby rock and gazed at the majesty before me. I knew there was something special about this mountain.  I could see a type of glow radiating from it that I had never seen before. It was as if the mountain was made of light. I was in awe.  Then, I heard the mountain call to me,  “Come.”  Down deep inside I knew that I should go, but it was so high and it was so far away.  I had never flown that high or that far. Again, the mountain called, “Come.”  I wondered if I could really do it.  Did I have the strength?  I knew I had to go.  I had no idea how I would do it…but I had to go.  So when I heard the mountain call once more, I took to the sky.

There was a cautious exhilaration that came in those first moments.  “I’m just a Butterfly” I thought to myself.  “I’m so small and my wings are so fragile.”  But the mountain kept calling and I kept flying.  The higher I flew the brighter the light from the mountain became.  The brighter the light from the mountain became, the stronger I grew.  Much to my amazement, I realized that I was once again being transformed.  I no longer felt small and fragile.  My wings were powerful and their span was becoming ever so wide. The eyes that I now looked thru allowed me to see so much that I could not see before. Yes, it was true.  I was now an Eagle…and I wasn’t just flying…I was soaring!  I soared and I soared; higher and higher.  The freedom and joy that I felt as a Butterfly did not even compare to what I was now experiencing.  I knew that an Eagle was what I was meant to be. As I attempted to take it all in I realized that I was at the peak of the mountain.  I touched down softly and surveyed my surroundings. There was light all around. From my new vantage point, I could see beauty that I never knew existed.  I felt as if I could see forever and the beauty never ended.  Threads of light were all connected and interwoven creating a magical tapestry.  I looked up and saw an even brighter light shining thru a white cloud laced with silver. 

I heard a voice from beyond the cloud say. “You’re almost home.”  I didn’t know exactly what that meant.  I felt so at home where I was; surrounded by beauty and light.  Surely there could be nothing better.  Then I heard that familiar call, “Come.”  I stood up, spread my wings and flew toward the light.  As I entered the white cloud before me, I felt as if I was being lifted.  I was lifted higher and higher.  When I emerged from the cloud, there was nothing but light.  Everywhere I looked, I saw light.  I was standing beside a river of light.  I looked at my reflection and I couldn’t believe what I saw.  I had once again been transformed. Yes, it was true. I was a Dove…and I was made of the purest light. Freedom and joy abounded. I spread my wings and the light became even brighter.  I knew that a Dove was what I was meant to be.  It was then I heard a voice from the light softly whisper, “I AM Love. Welcome Home.”

When I awoke, I felt such peace.  For in my heart I knew that the Caterpillar is the Butterfly is the Eagle is the Dove…and all of these is Love.  I know that Love is what I am meant to be.  Love is what I AM.   

~D~

Copyright 2010 – Denise Gilreath ©

Watching Daddy Go Home

  • Posted on October 26, 2009 at 10:36 am
Daddy's Little Girl

Daddy's Little Girl

 One week after my fifteenth birthday, my father passed away.  Losing a parent at any age is difficult, but it is especially hard as a teenager.  The circumstances around his death made it even more challenging for me.  It has taken many years for me to get to a place of peace about his death.  From my perspective,  healing really is like peeling layers off an onion.  The layers of pain leave you one at time and each one brings many tears.  It is a slow on-going process.  Only within the past few years have I been able to think about or talk about my father without feeling the deep pain.  The tears still fall at times, but the pain is different.  I miss him.  I wish he could have known his grandchildren and his great grandchild.  He would be so proud. 

Writing this blog has caused me to revisit so much of my life and that in itself  has been healing for me.  Recently, while going thru an old memory box of mine, I ran across something that I wrote when I was about sixteen.  After my father’s death I had many dreams, most of them nightmares.  But as I read what I now had in my hand,  I was reminded that one night during that time, I had a different sort of dream.  When I woke up I felt an inner calmness that had not been there before.   As a result of that dream, I wrote “Watching Daddy Go Home”.  Finding it again, has been for me, like peeling another layer off that onion.  I thought I’d share – straight from the heart of a struggling sixteen year old.

~D~

Copyright 2009 – Denise Gilreath ©

Watching Daddy Go Home

As I sit here under this apple tree, I can see a man walking in the sandy field toward me.  His skin is tanned dark.  As he approaches, I realize that I know this man.  I call out to him, but he does not answer.  I call again, but he is not even disturbed.  He doesn’t hear me.  He passes by me with no recognition of my presence.  He stops every now and then to check on one of the crops which are growing in the fields.  The apples all seem red enough and the corn is ready to be gathered.  The pecan tree is bearing well, as it always did.  This man knows this land well.  You see, he was born here.  His life began here on this sandy soil and now it is ending here.  He has had many heartaches throughout his time, but they will all be erased when he has returned home.  He shall have his long awaited for peace.

Now the man is approaching his home place.  A welcome light is shinning brightly from the window as the big door swings open.  The man smiles and slowly enters.  The door closes behind him.

Now all that remains is the memory of him which I hold in my heart and shall forever cherish.

~D~

Copyright – Denise Gilreath ©

Like a Butterfly

  • Posted on October 15, 2009 at 3:13 pm

After nearly twenty-three years of marriage, I was divorced in late 2006.  I have spent the last three years attempting to “find myself” again.  One night, not long after my divorce, I dreamed that I was a butterfly.  The dream was so vivid and felt so real, that when I woke up I was in tears.  I felt such a sense of total peace. I knew in that moment that I was going to be ok.  I could hear a melody in my head and I could feel lyrics welling up deep down inside me.  I picked up a pen and this is what I wrote.  

 

Like a Butterfly

I had a dream last night

that I took to the sky

just like a butterfly.

I spread my wings

and I opened my eyes

and I began to fly.

The wind in my hair

and the freedom I felt;

it all was new to me.

It seemed so right to me

’cause it was who I was meant to be.

I followed the breeze

as it blew thru the trees;

and I felt so alive.

I danced on the wind

and I sang a new song;

I was flying so high.

I flew over a place

that brought a smile to my face;

there were flowers there.

 

It seemed so right to me

’cause it was where I was meant to be.

The flowers stood tall,

I could smell their perfume

and then they called to me.

The closer I got,

I felt them tug at my heart;

they really needed me.

I kissed every one

with the love that I felt

and they began to smile.

It seemed so right to me

’cause it was what I was meant to see.

I woke up from the dream,

I opened my eyes

and I began to cry.

The tears on my face

were there to erase

all the pain inside.

Like a kiss from above

I could feel the love

and the freedom it brought.

It was so right for me

’cause this is who I am meant to be.

I was born to touch the sky;

just like that Butterfly!

~ D ~

Copyright 2008 – Denise Gilreath ©