Blue Butterfly

                              Her Love-Flower

One day a young woman decided to travel by foot to the far North Pole. It was going to be a long and arduous journey (life) but she felt confident that she could do it. She prepared herself the best she could and headed out on her adventure.

In the beginning all went well, there was an abundance of beautiful scenery and she had plenty of supplies. The further North she travelled the beautiful scenery began to diminish and the days became colder. What started to appear were rocks, only a few at first, then more and more.

The days turned into weeks, and the weeks into months, and as far as the young woman could see were rocks. To make matters worse - all the rocks seemed to look alike. The remoteness combined with the never changing rock landscape was having a negative effect on her. She began to feel like she was the only one in the world, and began to feel very lonely. She had not planned on this. Looking around all she could see were rocks and more rocks (walking-dead).

One day while resting the young woman noticed a spectacular sight. Just a few feet from where she was sitting was a single flower in full blossom (a sunflower). The woman marveled at the sight. It was indeed a sight to behold, here amongst all these rocks was something thriving. She sat there all day beside the flower and in time she noticed that the flower's bloom turned with the sun as it made its way across the sky. The woman too, understood why, because she too felt the sun's warmth on her body, and it felt good. They spent the rest of the day together, basking in the sun's warmth, re-energizing.

The young adventurer decided to camp there for the night. That evening the stars began to appear, one after another. She felt as if they were signaling to her, letting her know that they were there for her. The North Star seemed to shine the brightest of them all. The adventurer felt a sudden peace come over her and for the first time in a long time she did not feel alone. That night she slept better than she had in a very long time. "Life is good!" she thought to herself. Amongst all this ruggedness was some beauty, she just had to open her eyes to see it.

In the morning she woke up, made and ate breakfast from her dwindling supplies and was about to once again commence her trip. Looking at the flower for the last time she thought about picking it and taking it with her. The flower was a precious gift from the universe. It had survived every harsh winter only to bloom with each succeeding spring. Upon picking the flower, it would have only died, so she left it where she had found it, in its natural habitat.

The young adventurer pressed on, and in time she ran out of supplies. To make things worse she was still amongst all these rocks. With the lack of nourishing food and the long hours of travelling (work and stress) she became very tired and weak. Then, one day in exhaustion, she collapsed. She thought that she just couldn't go on. With the neglecting of her physical, mental, and spiritual health, she'd become a rock.

After a short time the young woman opened her eyes and what do you suppose lay before her - the flower. In that moment the young adventurer realized that she had lost her way, and had been traveling in circles (rat race). She also realized that if she had picked the flower earlier, she would not have come across it a second time, and would have probably died way out there on that rocky tundra. The flower, from just "being" there, had saved her life. That night she decided she would use the "light" of the stars to guide her back home.

The years passed, and our young adventurer had now grown to become a mature and confident woman. She awoke one morning to find herself laying in her bed in the comfort of her home next to the man she loved and admired very much (her sunflower). She smiled as she recalled that first day they had met. And he had asked her, "If you're into personal growth, health and wellness, I'd like to get to know you?"


Blue Butterfly
            Timothy E. Stevenson   1995©    Revised: November 2015

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