I had this dream on Thursday and I mean to post about it but I forgot. I could clearly see myself standing in the middle of a slowly moving funnel of butterflies. Kind of like this:
They were just swirling around me in a continuous unbroken circle. They were vibrantly colored in yellows, oranges and reds but not like monarch butterflies though. There wings were colored like the robes that Buddhist monks wear. I have never seen butterflies this color. They were almost glowing. At one point two of them stayed on the tip of my right index finger. I was in awe. I was spinning around with them. All I kept saying was, “what does this mean?”
That was all I could remember.
I mean I feel that butterflies are my spirit animal. I know they are symbols of transformation. And yet, I have no clue what this means. Any suggestions?
Today’s Prompt: Pick up the nearest book and flip to page 29. What’s the first word that jumps off the page? Use this word as your springboard for inspiration. If you need a boost, Google the word and see what images appear, and then go from there.
I open the book and on page 29 “irrational” flashed at me. I googled it and clicked image. A picture of Jack Nicholson from The Shining in his role as writer Jack Torrence with his face poked through the butchered door. The first thing that popped was REDRUM.
I think when you have opinions that differ from mainstream and you don’t wish to conform you’re labelled as irrational. I have been irrational a time or two. If there weren’t irrational people in this world, it wouldn’t continue to rotate on its axis. It’s just the way it is. Irrational people make the world go round. Differences make us delicious. I find it quite interesting when I wear my hair wild and free that I get different reactions versus me wearing my hair pulled back in a ponytail or bun. My hair becomes a topic for discussion. The main topic becomes: “why don’t I straighten it?” My answer every time is no and why should I have to conform to your definition of beauty. There I go again being irrational. I am comfortable with the way my hair grows from my scalp. I have been told that I am being confrontational because it’s so dramatic, it shocks. Really?! My genetics and biology is shocking and confrontational. And of course, my melanin is as well so I might as well continue to shock the world right. I mean I cannot hide my melanin can I? It’s there for everyone to see. Just like my hair.
The need to assimilate caused my father to force me to conform in junior high. I continued that conformity for sixteen years. I always hated it but I didn’t how to go about making a change. I debated with myself for a couple more years and then say fuck it and grew my hair out of the relaxer. I waited until it grew out to a length I thought would be okay to cut. The rest is history. I felt authentic after the cut and I still do. I don’t have to hide or pretend to be something I am not. I love being me.
Are you willing to be irrational for what you believe in? Are you being authentic? If not, you should try it.