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| The Butterfly Symbol Once upon a time, I dreamt I was a butterfly, fluttering hither and thither, to all intents and purposes a butterfly . . . Now I do not know whether I was then a man dreaming I was a butterfly or whether I am now a butterfly dreaming I am a man |
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| The butterfly symbol. It evokes grace. It personifies beauty. It exudes vigor. But above all, it brings forth change. The ugly caterpillar mutates into a pretty butterfly. It alters its movement from crawling into flying. It metamorphoses into a higher essence. Yet, in Chuang Zhu's dream, the butterfly is further altered into a higher state. It turns into a human being. Yes, in your dreams, the possibilities are endless. Your options are boundless. And your capabilities are limitless. But first, you have to earn your wings. Like the caterpillar, you have to gnaw your way out of the tight cocoon. For some, it is a broken home. For others, it is their physical or emotional disability. Yet, still for others, it is an unbearable situation . . . like a loveless marriage . . . or a dull and routine work. But dark moments have their ends too. Just as dusk turns into dawn. When morning has broken. Outside the cocoon, the caterpillar will stuff itself with leaves. Like the caterpillar, you need to feed your body and to nourish your soul. The following homepages of WAHOO! are like leaves to the caterpillar. The stories are there to uplift your soul. It only needs an open mind . . . a welcoming heart . . . and a firm resolve to change your outlook. Dare to dream. Spread your wings. The world is there to welcome you. Read on. |
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| Morning Has Broken by Cat Stevens and Eleanor Farjeon . . . . . . . .C . .Dm Morning has broken G . . . . . . . . .F . . C Like the first dawning . . . . . . . . . Em-Am Blackbird has spoken D7sus. . . . . . D - G Like the first bird C. . . . . . . . . F Praise for the singing C. . . . . . . . . Am-D Praise for the morning G. . . . . . . . C - F Praise for them springing G7 . . . . . . . . C Fresh from the world. Sweet the rain's new fall Sunlit from heaven Like the first dewfall On the first grass Praise for the sweetness Of the wet garden Sprung in completeness Where His feet pass. Adlib: F-G-E-Am-F#-Bm6-D-A7/-D . . . . . . .D - Em Mine is the sunlight A . . . . . . . G . . D Mine is the morning . . . . . . . . . . F#m-Bm Born of the One light E7 . . . . . A Eden saw play D . . . . . . . . G Praise with elation D . . . . . . . Bm-E Praise every morning A . . . . . . . D-G God's recreation A7 . . . . . . . D Of the new day. Praise for the morning G. . . . . . . . C - F Praise for them springing G7 . . . . . . . . C Fresh from the worl |
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| Mornings bring forth a sense of renewal. Let us welcome each morning with a fresh outlook and a joyful affirmation that this day will bring about the best in each of us. |
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| Chuang Zhu, Chinese Philosopher |