Stop And See The Butterflies

No sooner – and I mean no sooner – did I start having those heavy thoughts about the real meaning of busy that I shared with you a couple of days ago did I get even busier!

It’s always like that when I’m working, of course. Directing and choreographing stadium theater calls on a dozen – a hundred! Maybe more! – different skills, and calls on them all the time.

But it’s important, whatever your business, whatever you’re doing, not to let all the time mean all of your time.

As some of you know (and all of you can find out when my book comes out this summer) a butterfly changed my perspective. I won’t go into the details here (more reason for you to get the book!) but let’s just say that on that particular day I saw a butterfly for the first time.

Not the first time I saw a butterfly, you understand. Far from it. But the first time I really saw one.

We all have these moments – at least I hope we all do. That flower that catches your attention as if you’d never seen a flower before. The perfect sunset or sunrise. A smile that says more to you than any smile you’ve ever seen. That sort of thing.

Such moments are, I suppose, rare – but they don’t have to be.

You can't make the magical butterfly come to you, or the perfect dawn appear, but you can make yourself aware of their possibility, and alert to their presence. They are there -- if you're open to seeing them.

However busy I may be – and at the moment I am busy! – I find the time to take a breath, to calm myself and gather my thoughts and pause.

I stop to see the butterflies.