Psyche
psyche https://uknwulikeit.wordpress.com/2011/04/21/3/psyche/
Are you willing to take the long soul’s journey to be the best you can be?
Today I was reading my weekly astrological update! It seems the world powers are continuing their power games! As an individual I feel karma pressure personally!
Today I saw a monarch butterfly riding through the air in my backyard. Took my mind back to Pacific Grove California. The festival of the Monarchs is celebrated there every year! I love the ocean and coastal region there. Where the ocean, hills and streams meet.
I am going to keep lite on my feet the next few months. Like the monarch butterfly! Grateful for the good things in life and contradicting, at least trying to, the power drama and political drama! The heat burns like a purifying sweat lodge!
POTENTIAL QUESTIONS THE BUTTERFLY ASKS What is your attitude towards change? How does that influence your life? Can you accept who and where you are? If not, do you believe you can change it? If so, how will you react to the inevitable changes to come? Do you believe in your greater good? Can you allow good to flow naturally into your life? Are you willing to take the long soul’s journey to be the best you can be?
I focus on love and cling to the cool breeze of the monarch butterfly !
http://www.hareinthemoonastrology.co.uk/astrologer/1/psychotherapist-master-nlp-coach.html
http://www.cityofpacificgrove.org/
I was intrigued by the beautiful painting of Psyche and the Monarch Butterfly. I ran into this poem also by Captain Cur that I thought you might enjoy. Title:
Psyche’s Grand Delight
Smatterings of Inca gold
chrysalis burning blue
lapis eyes where dreams unfold,
a Monarch princess grew.
Hand stitched forests flaming green
in mounting morning mist
where sprigs of summer flowerings
bring nectar to her lips.
And eyes that call from sapphire seas
on stormy waves of flight
then turning sharply in the breeze
to Psyche’s grand delight.
Above the nestled branching boles,
a chimera on the wind,
her pulsing veins and breathing slows
inside the leafy din.
What evensong or choral tune
can wilderness suppress
when wings alight in dotted plumes
and Monarchs come to rest.
Captain Cur
Lovely … thank you 🙏