More Choice?

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Butterflies and symbolism

Didn’t Henry Ford say something about whether we believe it or we don’t, we are right? I read a book about the new discoveries in cellular research. This one concept stayed with me. Cells, tiny little cells, have intelligence and deciding power.

The power of choice. The power of making a decision. Even at the cellular level. Cells get to decide what kind of cell they will be. Heart cells, lung cells, spleen cells.

Watching the news, listening to the weather, it doesn’t always feel like I have any choice. Life just churns this way and that and often I feel like I’m at the mercy of being inside some colossal cosmic washing machine.

Stuff happens, Things I would never predict or expect to control come up and then what? I understand that the feeling of making a clear choice is powerful. I love the concept, I love the freedom and power of agency, but wow.

In the tiny world of me, I make plenty of decisions that don’t seem to go anywhere, yet they call me a little forward. Butterflies, wild horses, feathers and even the color blue, all symbolize freedom. If I make one choice that makes me feel a little free, does it count? I hope so, because my focus is proving to be my one powerful choice lately. I’m talking about going to yoga, painting, breathing…