January 31, 2012

sometimes we need a little slap in the face.

The Story of the Butterfly

A man found a cocoon of a butterfly.
One day a small opening appeared.
He sat and watched the butterfly for several hours
as it struggled to squeeze its body through the tiny hole.
Then it stopped, as if it couldn't go further.

So the man decided to help the butterfly.
He took a pair of scissors and
snipped off the remaining bits of cocoon.
The butterfly emerged easily but
it had a swollen body and shriveled wings.

The man continued to watch it,
expecting that any minute the wings would enlarge
and expand enough to support the body,
Neither happened!
In fact the butterfly spent the rest of its life
crawling around.
It was never able to fly.

What the man in his kindness
and haste did not understand:
The restricting cocoon and the struggle
required by the butterfly to get through the opening
was a way of forcing the fluid from the body
into the wings so that it would be ready
for flight once that was achieved.

Sometimes struggles are exactly
what we need in our lives.
Going through life with no obstacles would cripple us.
We'd never build strength
and never learn to fly.

last week seba's school held an information night where they had a Montessori Counselor guest speaker.
it was a two hour session, but felt like twenty minutes max
she started the session with the story of the butterfly
comparing the butterfly to our children
if we do everything for them
if we don't let them try things on their own
test their own boundaries
we'll just stunt their growth
it makes the difference between a leap, a jump and a soar.

and oh man-- i want seba to soar.

this was the most informative and eye-opening two hours i've had in a long time
i wasn't feeling well and almost didn't go
that would have been a HUGE regret
it was like snap
a slap
a wake-up lisa
get out of the mundane, repetitive life you are living 


get interested

stay conscious

i want to soar too
and why shouldn't i?

why shouldn't i be continuously learning? always interested?
where did i lose my way?
where did i get stuck?
i need to release myself 
and begin again.

and so i begin


  1. This poem is being printed and posted on the fridge ASAP. Thanks for sharing.


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