Friday morning I wake with an image of butterflies resting all along my open hands, my arms, shoulders, the top of my head. Think yellow, rich, warm, and bright. Think wings, a forest of them, some still, some moving gently.
Even now as I write days later, I see this, and the joy I felt then I feel now. It expands within me, from my heart out to my fingertips, down through the soles of my feet, up through the crown of my head. Such an unexpected gift, this image and the joy that it gives.
The gift is how this makes me feel, body, head, heart, and spirit. It moves me into joy, into love, into peace and balance, without effort. I recall the image and I am changed, now.
It reminds me how there are other gifts in my life that create shifts for me. They are the memories I have, some just a flash of a person or place I love, others long and detailed that fill my senses and draw me whole.
Memories heal me when I allow them that power. It is a memory, one of the long detailed ones, that has brought my body back into healing after fibromyalgia had drained it and flattened my life.
Let me tell you a story about water and earth, body and joy.