I can remember when I was younger how I wanted to fly. Not so much in a plane, but be able to spread my own wings like a bird and fly. As I’ve gotten older, I’ve started to realize that wings, while they can get you a lot of places are pretty fragile.
Butterflies, like the one here I took a picture of earlier this afternoon, have a double problem. They have ultra-fragile wings and they have to contend with the wind that can fling them about without remorse.
Sometimes I feel like the butterfly and sometimes like an eagle in life. Sometimes I glide through the air with assurance and purpose, and other times it’s fluttering along hoping a breeze doesn’t blow me completely off course.
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My passions in life are my family, my relationship with God, creativity and expressionism. This blog, decloned, reflects those passions. My belief is that all true creativity comes from the Creator first and foremost.
