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As a family of home schoolers we were always looking to add something to our curriculum that was interactive. When my children were young, I used to like to buy science kits that we could set up in the house. One kit I used to buy every year was the butterfly kit. It was a paper house that you put chrysalis in and sometime in the spring out of the chrysalis would appear butterflies.
My kids grew tired of doing this year after year but I on the other hand found it amazing to see the butterflies appear out of the little sacks.
The chrysalis of butterflies are wonderous to me; they are little impenetrable sacks that weather the storms of winter and when spring arrives the butterflies appear unaware of the turmoil of the past few months. For the chrysalis to be so strong and at the same time soft is amazing to me.
When the conference in Crossville was over, I stepped out into the parking lot and felt a strange sense of loss. Don't get me wrong I really enjoyed the conference. The people, the food, hearing Peter speak were all highlights of the weekend. If you have never been I strongly encourage you to go, it will be money you will not regret spending. I am very glad my husband and I went, but once it was over I felt this intense let down.
This feeling traveled all the way home with me and ended with a good cry standing in my kitchen over the stove.
It has taken me quite sometime to unravel the feelings I had over the weekend. Since the beginning I have always had this intense feeling of gratefulness in regards to Peter's work on diet and blood types but attending the conference magnified those feelings even more. Being in the presence of all those people who I shared a comman belief with was intense and positive. I felt connected to them yet I had never met them. When I left the conference for the real world; that has a hard time merely understanding that your blood type and food are related; I was overcome with feelings of sadness. Sadness for myself that I had to return to a world where I feel misunderstood and disconnected from people because of this misunderstanding between us.
I am not sure if this sadness will ever go away or if it is just for a season in my life. Maybe it is all part of the process of emerging from the chryslis, after the storm.
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