The Butterfly Story ….. for a dear friend!!
Thank you Horty!!! (Many hugs and much love to you.) Now, readers will know why I love butterflies and why the name of this blog was important to express that love. Xena
~~TO A FRIEND FOR LIFE~~
Butterfly Story . . . our struggles make us stronger!
“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 force its body through that little hole. Then it seemed to stop making any progress. It appeared as if it had gotten as far as it could, and it could go no further.
So the man decided to help the butterfly. He took a pair of scissors and snipped off the remaining bit of the cocoon. The butterfly then emerged easily. But it had a swollen body and small, shriveled wings.
The man continued to watch the butterfly because he expected that, at any moment, the wings would enlarge and expand to be able to support the body, which would contract in time. Neither happened! In fact…
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Posted on 12/17/2013, in Potpourri, Uncategorized and tagged butterfly, Dr. Rex, freedom, Horty, struggle. Bookmark the permalink. 16 Comments.
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Hugs!
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Xena, are you going to post the song?
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Yahtzee, you mean “Black Butterfly” by Deniece Williams?
I’ll work on it in a sec. 🙂
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That song is awesome. I found a version … on the post … that honors Black History montn!!
TY for reblog … looks good here in your “spot”!! 🙂
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Horty, thank you for what you posted. It blessed my heart. I’ll get the one that you posted on your blog and post it here also. It is inspirational to all butterflies because no matter the color of our wings, we all go through the same process of life, and coming through struggles.
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Well said!! hugs …. 🙂
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Horty,
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yes??l
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Time lapsed video of the emerging, the strength, the growth, and the spreading of wings.
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Excerpt from poem by Thapelo Medupe:
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