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Life. 

It works in the most mysterious ways

yet not so mysterious at all

when you let it happen as it inevitably will

all by itself 

whether or not you stress about how

whether you try to orchestrate it the way you previously thought it should go

or just let it be

and unfold 

the way it would do so naturally.


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You see, this year I bought a milkweed plant (with the stout devotion to keep it alive -this time), for the purpose of helping the monarchs.  Just like the articles said they would, the caterpillars came: seemingly out of no where, yet instead meticulously laid on its life-line-leaf.  Hatched with a purpose to eat, 

and eat,

and eat.

So much so that I ran out to buy another milkweed, only to find more caterpillars!  And then, my ego got in the way: I started to worry that there weren’t enough leaves, enough water, enough shade, enough gentle in the breezes, enough shelter upon which to “J”-hang.  And when one was found away from its mother plant, I took it as a plea for help and brought it inside, made it a shelter and sat and watched,

and watched,

and watched 

it die.

It wasn’t asking for my help; it wasn’t worried or scared; it wasn’t lost; it didn’t need me.  But I didn’t know that until I let go of my self-given and self-righteous responsibility and chose not to interfere.  


I did not stop worrying, however, until I saw the first chrysalis in my very back yard, and once I saw one — I saw four.  Far from their leafy milkweed nursery and in places I never thought to look before.  Empty chrysalis shells provided humbling proof that while I was trying to raise one on my own, many likely grew to butterfly without my even knowing.


Life. 

It works in the most mysterious ways

yet not so mysterious at all

when you let it happen as it inevitably will

all by itself 

whether or not you stress about how

whether you try to orchestrate it the way you previously thought it should go

or just let it be

and unfold 

the way it would do so naturally.



And when I saw for the first time one backyard-born monarch stretch its wings outside its chrysalis in preparation for its first float {flap - flap - glide}, uninhibited by thought or worry and driven by its preceding generations of intrinsic instinct … I knew this was yet another one of her lessons on trust. 

Ah, there it is again: TRUST. 




 © Houseman 2013