The beautiful black and orange Monarch flutters by as I freely hike into the unknown. He seems to be watching over me. Or maybe he’s enjoying the path I chose to take today. He’s free to come and go as he likes. I look at my life synonymous to the butterfly. We all transform throughout our life. We grow and become different people. Some more colorful than others, but all out there trying to live their life they way they feel is best. No one can take that away from them unless… A little boy sees that beautiful butterfly flying around touching the reds, golds, and greens of the garden, cups his hands around the orange and black and puts the beauty in a jar to admire and watch. Sadly his freedom is now taken away. He can only flutter within the confines of the glass jar he was placed in; not by choice.
I find myself in that glass jar today and for a while maybe. My freedom to roam the many trails just waiting for my footprints are no longer. I’m trapped in the jar, looking out at all I am missing. I have air holes. I can breathe in the fresh air, but I can’t walk in it. My fragile vertebrae, like the butterfly’s, have fused together. As I sit here at my computer, the pain ripples up my spine. My years of adventure and exploring have caught up to me. The trails will not feel the life I bring, this year. What are my options? I feel as if my wings are about to fall off. I can’t flutter anymore. I have to look at my life through a different lens. I won’t let the little boy keep me caged. I will find a way to be on the trails again, to kayak down a river, to explore the unknown. This butterfly has a lot more life to live.
My color will flourish. I will shine again. The lid will come off and I will fly. The mountains will feel my footsteps again.
Keep hiking to the top!