Acrylic on canvas, 30″x36″

While sitting in the garden, my friend the moon sends me white butterflies as symbols of the never ending cycle of transformation. I want to be the butterfly, and have wings to fly. But first, I enter the cocoon and wait to be born to the Earth. I will develop courage within the cocoon to use my new wings at birth. Courage comes from the heart, the heart of the cocoon. My heart is heavy from lifetimes of bittersweet journeys. I yearn to celebrate life on Earth without pain. I pray for wings with which to soar above suffering, and settle again on Mother Earth’s lap.