Brielle Butterfly-Faerie

Enviro-mental & Ani-mentals: aiding the planet through good attitudes.


BRIELLE BUTTERFLY-Faerie (Ani-mental)
It was a dream. Or was it? Brielle couldn’t tell, even though she could feel herself scaling the stem of a brightly colored, beautifully scented flower. Struggling upward it seemed that the stem went on forever and trying to reach the top was beginning to fatigue her.
She remembered a similar stalk (or perhaps it was the same one) from several days ago, only then the climb was easy. But of course that was the same day she had felt so energetic and free. Maybe this was a dream.
Suddenly she felt something touch her, and when she looked she saw that a parade of ants were coursing past her in the opposite direction, and as one had veered off track it had nudged her. She wanted to ask them where they were going but the question seemed to be stuck in her head. She decided it was just as well; ants were usually in too big a hurry to waste their time being polite to strangers. Brielle was glad she’d been raised to have better manners.
Looking down the stalk to the ground below she saw several roly-poly bugs frolicking in the dirt, and she remembered making her way to the beautifully colored flower across that same patch of earth. Only for her the trip was difficult, not fun like the kind the roly-polly’s were enjoying.
As she focused once again on her goal of reaching the top she saw, from the corner of her eye, movement several yards away. Remaining still she watched the green and yellow striped worm as it munched its way along (devouring a tomato plant that was long ago depleted) clearing the path for the next generation of tomato plants to sprout up.
When Brielle saw that the tomato worm was so engrossed in its job that it didn’t even know she was there, she once again took up her ascent.
Above her, and above the top leaves of the plant, the sun was breaking through a fine mist of fog; it looked like it would be a fine spring day and the thought of it seemed to lighten her heart. Finally she reached a large leaf and out of fatigue she fastened herself underneath.
Only dimly aware of a faint voice in her mind, she suddenly realized it was repeating, “Be still. Be quiet”. Brielle surrendered to the voice and fell into a motionless state of pure attention. Hours, day, or years might have passed, she didn’t know until finally an innermost desire of love urged to her to awaken and out of her journey of isolation and confinement, light and color filled her soul.
When she looked into a pearl of dew, her reflection was one of magnified beauty. With great joy she took flight, adding her radiance to the world around her; knowing she was the glory of life itself.