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Pause and Repeat: The Monarch Warrior

A week from today I have my second hip replacement surgery. It means tapering off autoimmune disease medication.

It’s always a tricky time.

Physically, my cells shift to adapt to lack. In response, my mind releases words at whim. The challenge of the sentence looms.

I remember the warrior butterfly— bodhisattva— who forsakes the firm ground for walking on air. 

Such dramatic change does not come overnight but over a series of nights.

Each stage from ground to air is fraught with life ending possibilities. From the stillness of the larva, the caterpillar stirs to search for sustenance, consuming one leaf after another.

There is a reward for all this eating, and it is not rest but pupa spinning—the chrysalis—a chamber of tissue, limbs, and organs that once crawled but will one day fly.

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We delight in the beauty of the butterfly,

but rarely admit the changes it has gone

through to achieve that beauty.

 Maya Angelou

Patience, human.

No new life emerges until the old is transformed.

Aim for Even posts offer equanimity a dose at a time. No day or dose is ever the same, even if the aim is. You may read about the origins of Aim for Even here or on this site’s About page.

When on Mornings I Hesitate

I may meditate every morning but it is not that I don’t hesitate. Especially on winter mornings when I would rather remain wrapped in my comforter. change-010417

It is then my thoughts turn to the warrior butterfly— bodhisattva— who forsakes the firm ground for walking on air. 

Such dramatic change does not come overnight but over a series of nights.

Each stage from ground to air is fraught with life ending possibilities. From the stillness of the larva, the caterpillar stirs to search for sustenance, consuming one leaf after another.

There is a reward for all this eating, and it is not rest but pupa spinning—a chrysalis—chamber of tissue, limbs, and organs that once crawled will one day fly.

We delight in the beauty of the butterfly,

but rarely admit the changes it has gone

through to achieve that beauty.

 Maya Angelou

Patience, human.

No new life emerges until the old is transformed.

Aim for Even posts offer equanimity a dose at a time. No day or dose is ever the same, even if the aim is. You may read about the origins of Aim for Even here or on this site’s About page.

The Knack of the Warrior

“Getting the knack of catching ourselves, of gently and compassionately catching ourselves, is the path of the warrior” (Pema Chodron).

When it comes to warriors, I think of the monarch butterfly’s singular sense Rock and Hard place 1014of solidarity. Somehow, each “knows” that a 2,500-mile migration is essential to its species survival.

The monarch gives up one way of existence for another—each stage fraught with life-ending possibilities—for to fly is to know the freedom of walking on air, no matter how short or long the flight.

It is easy to want wings without knowing how to get them. As we leave who we were for who we are—again and again–we must catch ourselves in gentle compassion. It is the stuff of survival.

No new life emerges until an old one is transformed. Like the monarch, we must develop the knack.

Aim for Even posts offer equanimity in daily doses. No day or dose is ever the same, even if the aim is.  You may read about the origins of Aim for Even here or on this site’s About page.