The bees that came to visit the lilac beside my window stopped coming. They have been replaced by butterflies and it got me thinking about how things change.
When it happens to butterflies it seems conspicuous and abrupt. It can seem so too when it happens to other people. But when it happens to ourselves it seems like a long drawn out process that began sometime before we were aware of it.
Oftentimes I find that when I need to make a change in my life, to move ahead, it is not learning something, purchasing something, or taking on something new that is required. Rather it is the discarding of something that sets me free: expectations, choices, even physical objects.
It is the removal of things that brings about simplicity.
Perhaps it is the metamorphosis itself that should be our expectation.
We are all butterflies.