The Butterfly Inside

There is the most glorious Buddlea bush in my garden. Dark mauve flowers tumble down it, scenting the air with honey. The local butterflies flock to it and I can spend hours watching this ‘feeding’ station. Buddlea is often called the Butterfly Bush. It’s astonishing to see the butterflies drinking the nectar until they are almost reeling with drunkenness.

Many of us aspire to be butterflies, to break out of our caterpillar-lives into the light. But on this journey we often forget to visit the feeding stations. We get caught up and focused on the goals and forget to renew and sustain ourselves with wonderful experiences.

Taking time out to watch the birds in our gardens, to sit by cool, fresh water, to dance in the moonlight if that what makes us feel alive, to play with our children, stroke the arm of our loved one, paint, draw, make music, go to an art gallery - whatever feeds us!

This is what will transform us. Beauty and love and joy and laughter. Every hour, dedicate 5 minutes to lifting yourself out of the worries and cares and experience already being the butterfly you long to be.