take my hand and climb with me…

fifty eight degrees: ‘this is a promise with a catch…’

True Love Will Find You In The End ~ Daniel Johnston

fifty eight

Blessing today: a butterfly emerges with regal splendour. Powder perfect wings, crumpled from the tight folded fit. Shaky and unsteady. Exhausted by the battle of birth. No longer caterpillar, still unfamiliar with flight. And I realise:

change demands courage

Even when it’s beautiful. And profound. Even when it promises endless blue sky. And freedom. Re-formed, it takes time. To grow into ourselves. For wings to unravel and dry. At our most vulnerable, caught between earth and heaven. Patience. Fortitude. Acceptance. Surrender. Challenge of learning to move through the world again. In another way. With new limbs. New eyes. To allow the old to drop away, and die. Commit fully to the metamorphosis, now.

Every 24 hours, the moon rises as a day dies. A different universe is born. With different laws. Navigate by the sun, and you’re lost. North shifts to the lunar clock. Cast silver by shimmering light, everything beneath her trajectory. Incandescent. Sound softens. Shadows, lengthen. Solar souls yield to dream, night beasts stir and wake. Tides rise. And fall. Every 28 days, the moon is swallowed by the sun. Luminous face, corroded through. Pitch deepening to obsidian black. Slice by slice, each night grows darker. Pinprick stars, sparkling bright.

Change happens each day. And night. Every day, every night. Big and small. Like clockwork. Transmutation, terrible and touching. Both require bravery. Both can be beautiful.

Only if you’re looking can it find you…

2 comments on “fifty eight degrees: ‘this is a promise with a catch…’

  1. tasha
    November 28, 2012

    Wonderful, frightening, true. A quote for you: Pema Chodron, though you said it even more beautifully: “To be fully alive, fully human, and completely awake is to be continually thrown out of the nest. To live fully is to be always in no-man’s-land, to experience each moment as completely new and fresh. To live is to be willing to die over and over again.”

    • circulartree
      November 28, 2012

      Ah Tasha, thank you so much. The timing of your quote is quite magical. Went for a walk with the cats just now (looking for the errant Mowgli) and Max found an abandoned nest…which is probably going to inspire today’s post! Great love to you xx

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