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A man found a cocoon for a butterfly…
 One day a small opening appeared, he sat and watched the butterfly for several hours as it struggled to force its body through the little hole. Then it seemed to stop making any progress. It appeared stuck!
The man decided to help the butterfly and with a pair of scissors he cut open the cocoon. The butterfly then emerged easily. Something was strange. The butterfly had a swollen body and shriveled wings. The man watched the butterfly expecting it to take on its correct proportions. But nothing changed.
The butterfly stayed the same. It was never able to fly. In his kindness and haste the man did not realize that the butterfly’s struggle to get through the small opening of the cocoon is nature’s way of forcing fluid from the body of the butterfly into its wings so that it would be ready for flight.
I always think of this story when I want to remember how like butterflies need to work hard to emerge fit from their cocoons, and like the sapling, which grows strong from being buffeted by the wind, in life we all need to struggle sometimes to make us strong.
This poem is about our relationships to such struggles in our lives, and learning to see them as grace.
                                  (To hear Aisha recite her poem scroll down to the video below) 
Beloved Struggle
You struggle because there is a pay off.
You struggle with struggle because
when you’re not in struggle, what is there?

When you don’t know what is there.
Then you don’t know who you are.
When you don’t know who you are.
You won’t know how to live.

There is a way to live in the state of unknown.
It is to flow.

You don’t need to know.
To flow.
You don’t need to learn to let go.
To flow.

Letting go is a natural happening,
When you stop avoiding,
Whatever it is you fear the most.

What you fear the most is waiting for you
In the direction you most resist going.


If you are miserable,
How miserable can you be?

If you are stuck,
How entangled can you get?

If you are alone,
How far down the secret ladder can you go?

Find out what you are miserable about.
And marry it.

Make love with it.
Day in, day out.

Until you no longer fear its tone.
Until you can no longer look into its face.

And not see Grace.
(To hear Aisha recite her poem click play on the video below) 

Aisha Wolfe is Scottish, based in Edinburgh and is a catalyst for the phases of spiritual transformation through her session work (in person or online) and via her writing. Aisha joined the The Salisbury Centre holistic community in Edinburgh when she was nineteen, where she studied the healing arts and various forms of meditation eventually training in Zen Shiatsu (MRSS), Reflexology, Massage, becoming self employed full time in 2000. Her art is an evolving manual for the support of embodied feminine soulful and sexual spirituality. She engages eclectic studies into her practice, which include: tantra, taoist arts and wisdom, dreamwork, qi gong, and intuitive feminine healing modalities. Her first poetry collection Yoni Verse Burlesque is available to order here by donation plus p&p (international orders welcome.) You may follow her blog Transformational Bodywork and Soul Tantra here. Aisha is currently creating her second book 'Lilith Unveiled'. Follow her on the Facebook page 'UnveilingLilith' here. 

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