Finding my Wings

Dear Friends,

Do you remember your childhood Hallowe’en costumes? Do have images in mind of that unusual, but fun holiday, from “back in the day?” I have clear memories of our children’s costumes or ours as a young married couple, but my childhood canvas is empty. So, partly to remedy that and partly to just have a little fun, I found myself some butterfly wings and went for a walk!

October invites such playfulness, right? Off we went to our nearby walking and biking trail, my husband generously adjusting my wings, and together we enjoyed the beautiful changes that Fall brings to New England. I wasn’t dependent on anyone’s approval, but was certainly aware of choosing a unique outfit for the trail! Somehow, the invitation to experience a little silliness, “just because,” led the way as we held hands and stepped into Fall’s witness of transformation.

Friends, there is something wonderful about recapturing the spirit of childhood, about inhabiting butterfly wings and flying out into the world. As I walked, sometimes skipped, through the maze of colors and light, I felt a certain freedom inside....

I, like the leaves, trust the changes around and inside of me, even the ones I cannot control. I, like the natural world that surrounds me, surrender to the Creator’s hand. In this moment of awareness, I understand unconditional love in a new way, from the inside out.

I recommend putting on some butterfly wings or any bit of paint or costume that alters your outside, sending a signal to your inside that she is O.K. It’s never too late for that reminder, never too late to reclaim lost parts and welcome them into who God created us to be.

With gratitude,

Lisa