Taking a break from the Flower Show/Garden Tour, for a little fictional post for Sunday Scribblings. This week's prompt is "Wings."
Thalia had lived through season upon season, gathering what little she could for her nest - at least it was always enough to sustain her and her offspring. She'd watched her eggs hatch, then helped her fledglings eventually leave the nest - and her, behind. With them gone out on their own, things were easier, but she found she no longer felt as social as she once did - the hustle and bustle of people, loud noises, not only irritated her - it all seemed to overwhelm her now. She felt she needed more time alone. So she kept to herself more and more as she went about her day, which did give her more time to think about things, than she'd ever had before.
Day after day, as she went about her routine, she felt herself drawn deeper and deeper into thought, thinking about things, that she'd given little time to before, while she'd been so busy with her nest and her eggs, and feeding them all. Her train of thought grew so long, that it flowed out her ears, down to her feet - then wound back up around her, spinning her round and round, till at last her routine and her thoughts wrapped all around her, nearly sealing her off from the world around her.
Though this made her feel comforted and safe in the beginning, at night now, she tossed and turned in her chrysalis - she felt confined, the walls seemed to be closing in on her, with waves of heat washing over her. Strange flutterings moved from her stomach, to her heart and head - then finally settled somewhere around her spine. At first she was able to still sleep through these flutterings - but as time went on, eventually the pulsating heat and energy of the changes going on inside her, grew so strong they would enter her dreams and wake her, as though insisting they had something important to tell her and that she must pay attention.
She knew she was changing, but exactly how, she wasn't quite sure yet. She only knew the strange heavy heat seemed to come from within and yet it held her close, as though she were in the clutches of some insistent, invisible lover. Her legs felt too long, and grew restless curled up beneath her in her little chrysalis. She longed to stretch, but she didn't know how she could in this tight little space. So many things just didn't feel right anymore.
She hung in this state of changing inside, while nothing really changed around her - till one day, she finally felt she simply couldn't stand another moment of the oppressive atmosphere of her cocoon. She gathered her strength, and pushed against the woven strands in front of her eyes. As the cool air rushed in, she opened her eyes with a sigh of relief - and saw a whole, huge world in front of her. At first, she was a little overwhelmed by all that she saw before her - while she'd been so busy with first her nest, then the cocoon of thoughts and routines she'd spun around her, she'd forgotten how big the world was.
But as she breathed in the fresh air, she saw another creature flit past her, with wings as colorful as the rainbows she remembered from her youth, so many moons ago. How she longed to fly free like that! She felt a shiver of excitement; something stirred along her spine.
Thalia pushed aside a few more strands, giving her room to reach behind her - she thought she felt something new had grown there - were those, were they wings? Just then, another butterfly swooped right up in front of her, fluttering in place for a moment, greeting her. It flew a loop-de-loop, flitting from side to side around her, flitting off, darting back again, then flying away towards the flowers - as though it were inviting her to join it in sipping the nectar from all the many-colored flowers before them.
She realized then, how hungry she was - not only for nourishment, but for beauty and color - and the freedom to move around. She thought about the new growth she'd just discovered. It felt as though she might have the wings to try to join the other butterflies. Did she dare try to leave her safe little cocoon?
Finally, Thalia decided she had nothing left to lose - she could remain cramped in that tight little space till the end of her life - or she could see if she had the wings to fly. Taking a deep breath, she kicked off the remaining threads binding her, and believing with all her might - she spread her wings and soared.
Some people may have called it a classic case of midlife crisis - just another menopausal woman with empty nest syndrome. Not everyone understood. Mostly just those who didn't really know Thalia very well to begin with said those kinds of things. Others didn't say anything - but they realized they were feeling some strange stirring in their own bodies and souls; they were too busy thinking some deep thoughts of their own.
Whatever they may or may not have said or thought, this is the real reason why Thalia came to quit her job at the Caterpillar Factory - how she threw away her uniform, and took up painting.
She grew wings - so she flew.
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I'm sorry I haven't had a chance to visit much the past few days - but I will try to get around and catch up with everyone soon. Hope all of you are off to a great start of the week. XO