Fluff Flying...

  Change will come behind hard beginnings, as an ugly offspring, slow may  be the rippling of time giving way to nature and your waiting may indeed bring a welcome change. The Swan's begging, or the Eagle's rise, a beauty Queen before her first award and prize, all have one thing in common. Hard beginnings, and with it, the slow protraction of time that nature some how delights in, as a favor from time. Yet it's this waiting that dot's the I's and crosses the T's that give way to Sirs.
     I woke up this morning, and gazed out of my window, only to notice a butterfly, fluff flying by. It was it's fluff that gave me notice, for it came as a rush to my mind, what a time it must have had waiting through the maze of time in order to be able to wing instead of crawl. As in all hard times, we may have to crawl before we can fly, and when we do get to fly after a life time of crawling, maybe we would have a fluff in our flying too. This butterfly almost gave me a sermon, on why rough times are needed. For in that one moment, one flight across my window, spoke of hard times, and what a good wait can and will produce. This may indeed leave a lasting lesson on how fluff flying tames the ugly potential into grace in flight.
   Ugly are the offspring of butterflies, and in my opinion, pound for pound the worst looking creatures in the forest. If ugly had a home, it would be somewhere on a leaf, eating it's way to happier days. No doubt, we all face hard times, and mixed together with our youth, it can be somewhat unnatural. Just what it will take to pull through, at the time appointed, only God who smiles from eternity sees and knows. Placed in every moment, is life's worth, and in each living thing's share, the workings of providence as it relates to the outcome in each case. Those to start off cute, get to be ugly in their end, and those who start off ugly, at times get worst. But for a healthy few, ugly is but a passing fad, and in the case of these uglies, it's almost poetry seeing fluff flying when time gives way to a well waited change.
     It might occur to you, that ugly in our World seems celebrated with both laughter and fear. Only because sure pain from fright, always brings a nervous laughter in it's wake. You may be ugly in your youth, and peddling through growth may be a chore only you seem able to identify with, but never you mind. Brace yourself like the butterfly and live to eat, until the slow ripples of time shall have finished with you. Gather up the fragments of your surroundings as a gesture for your own offspring,  for they too may have to travel the way of your choosing. Each one of your choices may set in them a fire only time and plight can resolve, so make room for life's smile that in most cases only comes from a series of waiting. No matter how long ugly may stay, lovers who are beholding from need, nature somehow seems to always plants a level playing field.
     Traveling along the surface of air currents is time, with it's ripples in every living thing's case. Although slow at first, change seems everlastingly too slow indeed, until the crest of it's fruited hill. Prime's fruit says just enough of this and the right amount of that, and err we look and feel our best, change starts to take away with its fad. All of a sudden the fed can seem somewhat faster the the climb at first, but awww, time knows no haste nor delay, only steady. Nature is a one way trip, up for a brief moment, and then down toward the grave, and all who have questionings need only consult their owner's manual the bible. That states clearly, there is a time and seasons for everything down under the heavens, and somewhere around this statement is another that states that the fool has said in his heart there is no God. Yet it is time, who gives rise to all thoughts and all peoples.
     Like vines, who with time steal the forest, developed wings steal freedom from under the noses of the tallest trees. Nature can be exacting, and it's stealth like grip over powering at times, yet our freedom as humans gives birth to a canvas of possibilities. Animals and plants must yield to the way of genes, like tentacled vines their pull are from the wild. But humans can mount up with wings, and find a freedom that only choice can produce, and with it a life that will rival that of Eagles. It is sad, when Mankind allows the vines in their wild nature to take grip rather then their choice for better, the forest of mixture between man and beast become blurred and as a result, ugly becomes a fixture in the character rather then a fluffy flight of joy and peace that makes for good will towards all beings in Nature.
     There is a waiting time so it seems, just who will get a chance to escape the darken grip of Nature's forest. Ugly may be written in the DNA, but waiting may allow time to make sense of the ugly, and give rise to wings. Sure there is danger in waiting, for where you sit and wait may provide a snap shot for life's predators, yet time requires due process. Some times it may take a prison cell, or sick room bed, for others a near death experience, or a long lonely journey, whatever the case, a true wait will yield it's bounty, as the who in you becomes meet for your why experience given you from birth. Presented flight comes natural, and dependent on your wait, the fluff in your flight will be in proportion to the joy waiting can bring . Only those who have waited sufficiently, can fly like butterflies. No set path, no set of instructions, just pure flight telling how they where once ugly, now with wings and beauty, they proclaim their story.
     Change does come, and with it, happiness and sadness, life and death.  But every now and again, change comes in sweet relief, and that relief sets the tone for the wiggle in the praise. Yes, my butterfly friend was wiggling it's tiny body through the air with gentle grace, but for me, just the pondering of it's history, gave rise to my own wiggle, when reflecting on time's bounty towards me. That fluff in the butterfly's winged flight, is but a gentle reminder telling me, with time may come this and or that, yet in it all, in time, comes sweet change if we can but hold to that which God has place in route to us all. I don't know who you are, or what life has dished out for you, as a matter of fact you may be in the beginning of your youth, and just as ugly as life made you, or you may be entering in the phase of that lonely mile where wings are fitted. In it all and through it all, let your life be a script for others, for I tell you, from the window of some soul, who you are as a result of time, will be but a glow, to some one else, even if to show what should or should not be done, and time will after move on...as unrelated as our being and moments may appear to others, we are as related as time and sight make us. May what life makes out of your circumstance prove useful to many, and as enduring as a caterpillar no one remembers once his fluffy flight takes full effect...nj