Electric Butterflies πŸ¦‹

Electric butterflies have taken hold of my castle, previously with no outside current to potentially do any damage. Loud creeks as I slowly open the front door, that took what feels like decades to touch. The rust that built up on the hinges, the wood I thought was dry rotten, the glass that I could no longer see through. I consciously embrace the condition of my door still slowly coming to a full open. These electric creatures fill my home with so much light joy and love. I owe it to the highest to allow these beautiful butterflies to live freely where they desire. No fear, no doubt, no self sabotage. This home’s foundation has been built with the utmost care, love,Β  and thus can transform all that resides here. These creeks, cracks and rust are nothing to be frowned upon, I embrace I allowΒ as I repair these hinges, clean this glass and let these blissful butterflies find a home where my heart is. To be continued…

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