metamorphosed
a reminder to believe in yourself
Hi beautiful being, how are you today? I wrote a poem for us. My mind is working in short form these days. Maybe you can relate. When you are feeling lonely and resisting the wait, close your eyes, feel my heart touching yours… remember that I am here too… not only you.
metamorphosed
my most illuminous metamorphosis
happened as a whisper,
as a lovely little ladybug
spreading its wings
and resting its little body
gently on my left pinky toe.
like blowing on a dandelion
every eyelash-thin wisp
wandering off, spreading out, landing
quietly, humbly,
shy-ish,
unassuming
so not to disturb
other invisible movement
from moving,
making their itty bitty adjustments
towards best or just
some wonder.
(how respectful and kind)
my most illuminous metamorphosis
never happened because
I was (momentarily) in love with my reflection
or life finally felt safe and
settled
or because a cute boy kissed me
or because I was busy as a bubbly bee
or I was good.
it was more like that moment
when you look up to the sky
and you see it expanding
out
up
away
but only you are looking inside
of yourself
and quietly, the stargazer of you
stands completely with the stillness
in between a breath or two.
it happens.
that wish for yourself
that you wished
many galaxies ago
and believed in
and you may have even forgotten
once twice a million times -
appears.
like a lover
a forever lover -
not just a dewdrop evaporating almost immediately
upon the light of day
(you know the difference Tinkerbell, don’t you? I suspect that you have had many of these too)
this one,
The One
with no place else to go
completely devoted
to you
to me
and
everyone challenged
by those words:
follow your bliss.
my most illuminous metamorphosis
happened in a flash,
like tender daffodils filling up spaces with a soft blanket of pretty white faces held together by orange hearts
after the last Winter storm
but as richly red and powerful as poppies, standing so proud and so tall
in more and more light and
more
Light.
and silent like a daydream
full of everything you have ever been…
it took everything from you
(I know)
for so long,
so long the waiting
faithimpatiencemoreimpatience
thenfaithheyimpatience
thankyoufaithyouagainimpatience!..ohdear
fait…
and there it was
inevitable.
you were no longer crawling like a catepillar,
tiptoeing
sometimes scared
up the mountain
because you became
the Mountain
and
it happened, it really
happened!
it happened on the mountaintop
of your spirit, metamorphosed
flying its sensational shades of blues and greens
in a fuzzy peach, cranberry smeared sky.
fiercely flawful. fantastic. fabulous.
my illuminous metamorphosis
happened
because I stayed
I chose
I believed
I fell
I rose
I gave myself time.
and time
and time
and time
until here I am.
nice to see you again,
hi.
the metamorphosis is not a one time thing. when we choose the path, we will be climbing and falling, waiting and rising. tiptoeing. feeling doubt in the midst of wonder and love. we will be the stargazer one minute and a debbie downer neck high in mud the next. ups and down, highs and lows, in and outs. perfectly sun-kissed and then really scared. you may feel nauseas at times. i know that i do.
in the darkest, coldest space of your mind you will hear things like: i give up. nothing is changing. this is too uncomfortable, too hard. me and my life will always be this.
okay.
but starlight, i know you. we are the same. there is no giving up. you don't mean it. neither do I.
(we believe)
we remember that there is no separation. it is one neverending climb, with necessary pauses, and a few spectacular views. but they really are that spectacular. that it is worth it. and the stuff in between - when we will one day look back - wasn’t too bad either.
this is (always) your life.
and (always) magnificent you.
when you lose your way, just remember to love the time (a miracle really) and to give yourself more time. wish upon yourself again.
and if you need a bit of care and attention today, reach out…
I am here to connect with you. Let me know if anything resonated here or how your self-love/love this life journey is going. Comments, hearts, and restacks feel like a really loving, “hi, i am here with you. i feel something when i read your words. we are so connected”, so please don’t skip them.
my heart reaching out towards yours, xo danni
Dear one you touch me again….
I know I had never told you, but Tinkerbell, is my secret love. My inner spirit, a forever youthful sprite. When I read this and discovered myself within… I smiled. You get me.
Thanks,
Diana