Once upon a time there was a caterpillar. All day long this caterpillar munched on the crispy, dark green leaves of the hydrangea bush watching the bees buzz around the deep lilac-blue petals. How she wished she was a bee, to have such purpose in life! The caterpillar became paralysed by her longing, wishing for the busy life of the bee which she knew she was not destined to have. She spun a rough cocoon around herself, hid from the world in her shame and fell into a dreamless sleep.
One morning a dragonfly landed on the ragged cocoon. The jolt awoke her and she felt a compulsion to break through the scratchy shell. She emerged into the warm sunlight and stretched. To her amazement a beautiful pair of wings unfolded behind her. She flapped them in amazement - were they hers? She had seen butterflies before with their beautiful, ethereal wings and admired from below their sense of peace and freedom. All this time she had wanted to be a bee without realising that she was in fact a butterfly. She didn't have to DO anything other than BE who she really was. She smiled to herself and felt an unfamiliar joy as she spread her wings and jumped off the leaf into a passing warm current of air.
