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The Longest Day

The wired butterfly
waiting on the longest day
yearning for release...



To all who have visited but not found me,
I am still here but silently waiting for the right time to fly,
to return and find a 'new normal' after the long sojourn,
hopefully one of 'transformation'
learning from the journey...

I am joining dear Rebecca at
Haiku my Heart
Always a port of call for soft souls seeking solace, love and light...

Recuerda mi Corazon

Comments

Autumn said…
beautiful. i resonate with yearning for release. with restraint, with wings needing to spread and fly, with the wisdom to know when it's the right time to do so.

good to hear your voice here x
21 June 2015 at 13:17
Mystic Meandering said…
Very poignant photo... A wonderful metaphor - the feeling of entrapment, being pinned down - waiting to be free at last... It will come... Yes, good to hear your voice here once again... Many Heart Hugs :)
21 June 2015 at 16:37
Lea said…
Dearest Sue, this haiku and photo... touches me deeply. This type of metamorphosis has no seen blueprint, yet it is there. It resides in each of our souls. Trust it. Trust this waiting that will at some point, become so uncomfortable and small that you will have no choice but to fly. And you will with gorgeous wings spread wide and a heart full of beauty. Much love to you. Always.
21 June 2015 at 18:02
J C said…
A beautiful painting by Mother Nature, captured and caged by human hands. One day, like you, it will fly free. Thank you for sharing this lovely thing. I am awed by it's natural beauty.
22 June 2015 at 17:42
Meri said…
Yearning. . . freedom, . . an inner journey. I resonate with these!
23 June 2015 at 22:28
rebecca said…
my darling precious friend,
appearing here you stun me with your capture of beauty, your admission of vulnerability and your willing open heart that waits for a perfect leap of faith.
i love you sue. thank you for gracing my life with your friendship, your ability to find beauty in mystery and your strength of trust and inner wisdom are gifts that bear wings.
xo
25 June 2015 at 01:47
suzanne said…
may our wings unfurl together as we both set flight for newness while carrying tender feelings and memories. may our journey bring us new beginnings while helping us to find courage from deep within. and while we travel, may we continue to seek and find beauty all around us. sending you peace, sweet friend.
25 June 2015 at 18:50
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