Enough already!
Okay - it has been forever since my last blog, and after my last blog I vowed to get back on a regular schedule, but alas, here I am. I am grateful you all are so forgiving ;)
The last month or so has been bananas. We moved out of our rental in St. Louis, put all of your stuff in my sister's garage for storage (thanks sis), stayed in her house for a week (thanks again), then drove down to Florida where we'll be for at least two months - and now we are finally feeling a little settled.
And here is the blog!
So, about a month ago my wife and I took our kids to a butterfly habitat. Side note, if you are a Brian Regan fan, here is a great bit about him taking his child to a butterfly habitat. Back to me. So, I could blog about the fact that my almost 7 year old daughter was terrified of the butterflies. Seriously, she was in tears shaking. You would of thought we were in the middle of an asteroid field. "They're EVERYWHERE!!!!!!!" she screamed. Anyway, that will probably be a different blog.
Before we went into the Butterfly-dome, we watched a 10 minute video on the caterpillar, and the process of turning into a butterfly. I kind of new the basics (don't we all), but I learned a few cool things. Such as, did you know that a caterpillar molts (did you know that word) five times in all. Molting is the shedding of the skin. So, the caterpillar goes through four molts where he/she sheds all of the skin. The end result is that the caterpillar goes through some minor changes - but he is still very much a caterpillar. It is not until the fifth molting that the caterpillar eats as much as it possibly can, and then its body builds the cocoon for the big and final transformation.
Another cool tid-bit (from SP), is that in the cocoon, the caterpillar decomposes its body into a soupy (my word) substance, and it is from there that the form of the butterfly evolves. So, what does that feel like?
It got me thinking. How many times have I felt like I have gone though major transformations - but still feel like the picture still looks the same (to me). How many times have I molted, and am I still preparing for my butterfly like transformation?
So, a few days ago I was doing a daily writing exercise where I get real quiet, try to silence my own ego and thinking, and then just start writing from the standpoint of INSPIRATION. It doesn't even matter what I write, just let it go and let it flow. The butterfly experience was over a month ago, so that wasn't in my thought, but some friends of mine were.
So, this is the result of my writing - and I thought I would share it with all of you!
"The caterpillar that emerges from his cocoon is not aware of the transformation that has taken place. When he went into the cocoon - did he really know what was on the other side? In fact, he had gone through four transformations before this one - and each time he would shed his skin and move on - but there wasn't much change in his physical appearance. So, when the caterpillar emerges from the cocoon this time - something is different. Something doesn't feel right. He doesn't feel himself - and he doesn't even look like he used to. The parts don't feel right. He doesn't feel like he is in his skin. He wants to go back to the way things were, to his old life, his old body, and his old comforts. But he can't.
As he breaks out of the shell, the shell that has held him tight and served as the manger for this transformation - he can see that he has been born anew. As he faces his fear and walks forward - he begins to see with new eyes. The fear is still there, but the limitations are smaller - in fact - he feels like his old ways don't serve him anymore. He feels like...like...he can fly - but how preposterous is that? Caterpillars don't fly, they don't soar - they creep. Yet, ever since breaking through this shell - he no longer feels like creeping. He has fewer feet keeping him on the ground - and as a whole he feels lighter and less tied down. He begins seeing himself with a beauty he has never noticed before - a beauty that must have been there the whole time - but he just wasn't prepared to see - until now.
Impelled to reach higher ground - he expands his self-concept of his potential and ability - and lets go of old beliefs and hindrances. As he lets go of the past - he cannot help but lift himself up and he feels the freedom of seeing the world from new heights. Before he knows it - he is actually flying - looking down at his past - appreciating it for all of the growth and exploration it provided on his journey - and letting it go with no regret or remorse. He is a new creature - a beautiful, limitless, gravity defying butterfly. The sky is his playground - the sun his companion. As he flutters and soars over treetops and valleys - places he has never seen before - he understands that his greatness was never in question. The unfolding was just part of the process - and that it was in Love's hands the whole time. He didn't need to contemplate or figure out the color of his wings, the length of time in gestation, or whether or not he would be able to break out of his cocoon. In essence, he realizes he never really had a choice in any of the process - except how he would choose to interpret and accept the events that took place.
Now, soaring higher than his thoughts would ever allow - he thinks to himself, 'Thine will be done.'"
Have a great week everyone! If you are ready for some coaching - be in touch!
Much love,
Travis
561.676.4583
The last month or so has been bananas. We moved out of our rental in St. Louis, put all of your stuff in my sister's garage for storage (thanks sis), stayed in her house for a week (thanks again), then drove down to Florida where we'll be for at least two months - and now we are finally feeling a little settled.
And here is the blog!
So, about a month ago my wife and I took our kids to a butterfly habitat. Side note, if you are a Brian Regan fan, here is a great bit about him taking his child to a butterfly habitat. Back to me. So, I could blog about the fact that my almost 7 year old daughter was terrified of the butterflies. Seriously, she was in tears shaking. You would of thought we were in the middle of an asteroid field. "They're EVERYWHERE!!!!!!!" she screamed. Anyway, that will probably be a different blog.
Before we went into the Butterfly-dome, we watched a 10 minute video on the caterpillar, and the process of turning into a butterfly. I kind of new the basics (don't we all), but I learned a few cool things. Such as, did you know that a caterpillar molts (did you know that word) five times in all. Molting is the shedding of the skin. So, the caterpillar goes through four molts where he/she sheds all of the skin. The end result is that the caterpillar goes through some minor changes - but he is still very much a caterpillar. It is not until the fifth molting that the caterpillar eats as much as it possibly can, and then its body builds the cocoon for the big and final transformation.
Another cool tid-bit (from SP), is that in the cocoon, the caterpillar decomposes its body into a soupy (my word) substance, and it is from there that the form of the butterfly evolves. So, what does that feel like?
It got me thinking. How many times have I felt like I have gone though major transformations - but still feel like the picture still looks the same (to me). How many times have I molted, and am I still preparing for my butterfly like transformation?
So, a few days ago I was doing a daily writing exercise where I get real quiet, try to silence my own ego and thinking, and then just start writing from the standpoint of INSPIRATION. It doesn't even matter what I write, just let it go and let it flow. The butterfly experience was over a month ago, so that wasn't in my thought, but some friends of mine were.
So, this is the result of my writing - and I thought I would share it with all of you!
"The caterpillar that emerges from his cocoon is not aware of the transformation that has taken place. When he went into the cocoon - did he really know what was on the other side? In fact, he had gone through four transformations before this one - and each time he would shed his skin and move on - but there wasn't much change in his physical appearance. So, when the caterpillar emerges from the cocoon this time - something is different. Something doesn't feel right. He doesn't feel himself - and he doesn't even look like he used to. The parts don't feel right. He doesn't feel like he is in his skin. He wants to go back to the way things were, to his old life, his old body, and his old comforts. But he can't.
As he breaks out of the shell, the shell that has held him tight and served as the manger for this transformation - he can see that he has been born anew. As he faces his fear and walks forward - he begins to see with new eyes. The fear is still there, but the limitations are smaller - in fact - he feels like his old ways don't serve him anymore. He feels like...like...he can fly - but how preposterous is that? Caterpillars don't fly, they don't soar - they creep. Yet, ever since breaking through this shell - he no longer feels like creeping. He has fewer feet keeping him on the ground - and as a whole he feels lighter and less tied down. He begins seeing himself with a beauty he has never noticed before - a beauty that must have been there the whole time - but he just wasn't prepared to see - until now.
Impelled to reach higher ground - he expands his self-concept of his potential and ability - and lets go of old beliefs and hindrances. As he lets go of the past - he cannot help but lift himself up and he feels the freedom of seeing the world from new heights. Before he knows it - he is actually flying - looking down at his past - appreciating it for all of the growth and exploration it provided on his journey - and letting it go with no regret or remorse. He is a new creature - a beautiful, limitless, gravity defying butterfly. The sky is his playground - the sun his companion. As he flutters and soars over treetops and valleys - places he has never seen before - he understands that his greatness was never in question. The unfolding was just part of the process - and that it was in Love's hands the whole time. He didn't need to contemplate or figure out the color of his wings, the length of time in gestation, or whether or not he would be able to break out of his cocoon. In essence, he realizes he never really had a choice in any of the process - except how he would choose to interpret and accept the events that took place.
Now, soaring higher than his thoughts would ever allow - he thinks to himself, 'Thine will be done.'"
Have a great week everyone! If you are ready for some coaching - be in touch!
Much love,
Travis
561.676.4583
Labels: brian regan, butterflies, direct life coaching, travis thomas
5 Comments:
Beautifully, beautifully expressed! Much deeper, or higher (!), than what you shared the week before last.
I'm not sure I want to go to the Butterfly House after hearing about your daughter's experience...!
): :( (: :) XOAB
T$$,
You could not have said it better. Your words about shedding the old and being the new really made me think. I am in a situation that has the appearance to be repeating itself from a year ago, only I know that I have grown and changed and so has the other individual in my experience. Living in the moment and seeing the changes in my life is just what I need to do. Spreading my wings and loving every moment of soaring is exactly what I need to do.
Again, thanks for your words. They were exactly what I needed on this night.
T-
As usual, I feel like you're
reading my mind. Life does get a little overbearing sometimes & I feel like I'm not making any headway, just going through the same old garbage. I'm thinking I might have to shed that shell a few times more than the caterpillar did. Hopefully Trin gets over the reaction !!! I love it when they touch me !!! Thrilled to have you back in FL! I hope we can keep you this time.
love,
cherie
Hey LY you may want to read my post from today...I had not read yours and someone suggested that I do...do you think we might have been in the same space at some point??? hugs,
Have read this a couple of times now...and the point that really rises up and resonates with me in a new ways is your statement:
"he begins to see with new eyes. The fear is still there, but the limitations are smaller..."
cool...isn't this what happens when we fly...our old earth landscape - houses, cars, places of employment, stores we shop at (all the things we think define us or give form to our days and structure to our identity) become smaller!!
I love this inspirational partnering LY...it's like we're still in the same "classroom"...oh yea, we are!!
xoxoxo
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