[stylist] Sharinhg one of the Conversations from the Teacher series

[Lynda Lambert]

This is an inspired writing, Myrna. There is so much more to a butterfly 
than just the beauty of them flying about on a spring day in a field os 
bright flowers.

Here is why I really responded to your attached work.

The image of the butterfly here brought back a memory for me. It was 4 1/2 
years ago, and I had just lost most of my sight. I had not yet had any help, 
and did not yet know there was such a thing as any kind of technologies that 
would help me, nor did I yet know of rehabilitation for the blind. I had no 
white cane, and no way of doing just about anything I had done just a couple 
months before.

It was at this very time that my second daughter, Heidi, was diagnosed with 
ovarian cancer. Now, I stood at her bedside in the IC unit in a Pittsburgh, 
PA hospital. Her surgery to remove the tumor that had spread to a stage 3C 
cancer was completed a few days before. But nothing had gone well, and 
within a couple of days she was near death. They had put her in an induced 
coma to try to give her sick lungs the opportunity to begin to heal.
Day after day, it was one step down after another.

Even though I could not see very much, I was staying at the hospital day and 
night. I could find my way from the waiting room, to the bathroom, and to my 
daughter's room. I slept for short periods during the night, sitting in a 
chair in the waiting room of the IC unit. Then, I would walk back to her 
room, to sit by her bedside.

She was kept in a coma for over 2 weeks. Nurses and doctors were at her side 
or directly outside her room working on the moniters and computers 
continuously, monitoring her, searching for the right mix of drugs to help 
her. We waited there in limbo as the days went by. There was nothing we 
could do but pray and wait. Family members came and went, all helpless.

One afternoon I sat in the chair at the bottom of her bed with my eyes 
focused on her laying there with tubes and apparatus all over her body. The 
hospital staff had named Heidi, The Sleeping Princess. On this afternoon, 
the Sleeping Princess had two unexpected visitors. They did not come in 
through the door.

As I watched Heidi, two enormous butterflies were there. They emerged from 
the base of her feet and they fluttered back and forth, playing with each 
other as butterflies do when you see them in a field. The two butterflies 
were a deep red crimson and they were the size of my hand. They were bright 
and very large. As I watched them, it was the most normal scene I could ever 
have seen. Heidi's body was the field over which they were zig-zagging back 
and forth over as they moved towards her head. It seemd like I watched them 
for quite awhile, but I believe it was probably only seconds. It was like an 
eternal moment, when time did not exist, and I had been a witness to 
timelessness.

The butterflies made themselves visable to me. They gave me new hope for my 
daughter. I knew they were the Holy Spirit, made visable.  I recognized that 
the Holy Spirit had come to visit the Sleeping Princess that afternoon and 
that this would be the afternoon when Heidi would begin to recover. I was 
assured at that moment when I saw this vision that my daughter would heal 
and that she had experienced a miracle.

Today, Heidi remains free of ovarian cancer, even though the tests done in 
surgery had shown that the cancer cells were throughout her entire body. She 
undergoes tests and scans all the time in Pittsburgh. She has an entourage 
of doctors who are keeping a close watch on her. She has side effects from 
her surgery and her long recovery time. Her body remembers the trauma, and 
her body is still responding to it. Our bodies carry memories, and those 
memories in the entire body continue to have a response to the trauma it 
went through.

Heidi is an artist who has a studio on a mountain top, in the woods of 
Pennsylvania. She actively works at her art, and is in exhibitions including 
an internationl invitation one that her work is in right now.

Shortly after she recoverd,  she organized The Sleeping Princess Team with 
her friends. The team raises money for the Ovarian Cancer Coalition of 
Pittsburgh. This is the fifth year that the team and Heidi's family will 
walk with her at the Walk to Break the Silence in the fall.  Our little team 
has been able to raise over $20,000. in funds to contribute to the cause.

Yes, butterflies are harbingers of renewal and transformation, and healing. 
They are a reflection of the Creator and come to bring us joy and healing.

Lynda River Woman










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Sent: Friday, June 01, 2012 7:27 AM
Subject: [stylist] Sharinhg one of the Conversations from the Teacher series


>I have decided to use two sections when compiling the  Teacher series,
> Lessons and Conversation.  This is an example of what might  be found in 
> the
> Conversations section, inspired by my granddaughter.  It is  also 
> attached.  I
> am slowly catching up to email as it has been an  unexpectedly hectic few
> days here but I am now reading all Stylist mail,  finally.
>
> Innocence and Butterflies
>
>
> He watches the child from a safe distance, not wishing to disturb or
> intrude upon the moment. A butterfly has captured her attention, 
> mesmerizing
> her, making her oblivious to all but the flutter of wing, the dance of 
> color
> across a flawless sky.
>
> He sketches to memory the innocence, the wistful joy, and intrigued
> imagination etched on the child's face, sparkling within her eyes. If only
> innocence could last forever, he muses.
>
> 'Sir, why did the Creator make butterflies?' the girl's softly asked
> question breaks the silence.
>
> The man thinks for a moment, watching the winged beauty, before he speaks.
> 'The butterfly is like a flying gardener, little one, for it helps to 
> bring
> us  flowers and fruit. If we watch them carefully they can tell us how
> healthy  nature is. And I think they remind us that what may seem fragile 
> and
> easily  broken often has an inner strength we sometimes overlook.'
>
> As if on cue the butterfly flits away onto a new journey and the girl's
> eyes shadow slightly but then she smiles. 'I suppose you're right but I 
> think
> it's more than that.'
>
> 'And just what do you think it might be?' he asks.
>
> 'I think the Creator just wants us to see that even an ugly old 
> caterpillar
> can fool you!' The girl grins and skips away in search of another
> adventure.
>
> The man is left in stunned silence and swears he hears the Creator 
> chuckle,
> 'Indeed!'
>
>


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