Ever enthralled with the stories I am given, I have been growled at by so many people for not collating a book of stories from Spirit. This year brings the fruition of all the growling and the Book of Parables will be finalised. FINALLY! In laughter, I was told the story of the Grumpy Caterpillar and I so want to share this "tongue in cheek" story and see how it resonates with you. For at times we are so very guilty of cutting off our nose to spite our face.
The Grumpy Caterpillar:
Once there was a small egg on the underneath of a leaf in the middle of the forest. The time passed and a very small grumpy caterpillar emerged, it surveyed its surroundings grumpily and started immediately to eat the leaf it had been hatched on. It chewed grumpily and sullenly. "This leaf is boring and bland" it grumped to itself and morosely chewed and chewed. A bird spied the caterpillar and went to say hello "Good Morning Caterpillar" it chirped. The caterpillar mumbled "Good morning? It's not a good morning at all" around a mouthful of food and glared at the bird. The bird looked startled and stepped back a bit, ruffled its feathers and took to the skies.
The caterpillar continued to grump and chew... it chewed the leaf to bits and moved to another "Another dull leaf" it moaned to anyone that would listen and grumped its way through the days. It consumed everything it could grumpily and grew and grew. The grumpiness radiated from the caterpillar and soon all the other inhabitants of the forest were avoiding the caterpillar. It grumped at simply everything and created a world of negativity around it. One day the caterpillar simply stopped eating. It sat on a leaf and glared at the world. "What on earth I am supposed to do now" it wondered to itself and refused grumpily to listen to the pull of its own body. Other caterpillars were spinning busily, crafting silken burrows and labouring to complete beds for themselves, excited about the driven changes from within. Not, however the grumpy caterpillar, who rolls its eyes at the others preparations and grumped constantly about boredom.
The original bird stopped and peered at the fat grumpy caterpillar. "Hmm" it said "I would get on with it if I were you". "What would you know" said the caterpillar derisively "You are but a simple bird!". The bird shook its head and flew off "Suit yourself" it sang backwards to the caterpillar. Soon all the other caterpillars were sleeping in silken beds and the grumpy caterpillar grumped still. Squashing the feelings of change inside, it refused to listen to others or itself.
Time waits for no man, and certainly not grumpy caterpillars. The cycle of life continues and the changes in the body of the caterpillar pressed and pressured the caterpillar until at last it succumbed to making its silken nest, much later than any of the other caterpillars and the silk was thin and sparsely woven when the caterpillar climbed inside grumpily. It closed its eyes with grumpily moans and the change began.
The months changed and the other caterpillars emerged beautiful in their colours, they delightedly stretched their wings and flew off into their new lives. Grateful for the time they had, they luxuriated in their new form and flew with abundant delight on the wind. More time passed and the grumpy caterpillar finally emerged. It shook out it's wings to find them stunted, beautiful but stunted and it stared in horror at its new form. What had it done in not listening to the urging of its body, the advice of others, it viewed itself as ugly and unwanted. It flapped it wings forlornly and felt incredibly sorry for itself. It reviewed how it had spent its time as a caterpillar with regrets, wishing it had of looked at the experiences differently, seen value in its growth. Not resented the change it felt was forced upon it.
It stood on the edge of the leaf and looked down at the forest floor. All of its uncertainties about the rest of its life swirled in it's mind, the regrets loud and clear and it flapped again it's wings experimentally. The wind swirled in around the butterfly and she drew in her breath in horror. "Please don't make me fly" she begged. The wind curled around her curiously "Why ever not?" he asked, "when all your life has been bringing you forward to this very moment". The butterfly looked mortified "I am afraid I wasn't grateful for much when I was younger, and I have resented most of the journey, I have managed to, out of my own stubbornness, hurt myself and my wings".
The wind wrapped again around and surveyed the stunted wings carefully. He returned to the tip of the leaf and whispered to the caterpillar. "Nothing in this life is ever certain, nothing is ever what it truly seems. Who you were in the past, is never who you are right now. Given always the opportunities to fly and grow, you have been given enough for you to try to be more than who you were. You will not know if you can fly if you never give it a go. Change what you THINK you should be and BE who you are".
The butterfly looked at him curiously, "What if I fail? What if I fall? What if I die?" The wind replied. "What if you soar? You will never know until you try". The butterfly sighed and the pull inside her to be free and float the winds, hummed ever louder. Could she really put aside what she had done to herself? She decided that she would not have any regrets, for otherwise she would die on the leaf never have even tried to find out what could be different. She owed it to no one but herself to try.
She held her breath and closed her eyes and stepped off the leaf. The wind watched in anticipation as she flapped her wings, caught her up and flew with her to the adjacent tree leaf. She opened her eyes and looked at him "I did it!" she laughed delightedly, "It was so much hard work, these wings are so much smaller than they should be. However, I am grateful, I can at least regardless of what I have done to myself, be all I can be, and in the working harder for it, I shall be so much more grateful". The wind smiled at her, with knowledge and wisdom.
"Dear Butterfly" he said, "Shall we dance?" and the wind and the butterfly fluttered slowly but surely through the forest.
Moral of the Story:
Gratitude does truly go a long way. This is a learning pathway that we are all on, sometimes we hide so much from ourselves and stubbornly resent what we have been given or are experiencing. We sulk and grump and generally get ticked off with the world and when we are in this space, we quite often resent everyone who tries also to help us as well. There is a divine timing in this life, a sense of purpose that wells from within, driven by our own requirements, our own learning, we are on the pathway of our life as the leading role. What you perceive that life is, becomes your reality. We can say that life hands us lemons, however, we hand them to ourselves more. We should simply make loads of lemonade! and then share it lovingly. For the man who lost his son at war, or the father who is no longer here, the tragic loss of life, each of those people would have A MOMENT BACK in a flash, of experiences in this life. Have no regrets, value everything, Love you, love the experiences and embrace lovingly the journey. Never grump or complain.. life is simply too short to put such heavy weights on your own learning. Fly!