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comment came in on my Home Page from volunteer at TEDxAsheville who said: just wanted to let you know that your talk was GREAT! Thank you for sharing yourself with us. I swear I’m not some woo-woo crazy Asheville hippie, but I wanted to share a dream I had last night. Doc Hendley gave you a canning kettle full of butterflies in various stages of butterfly-ization. You opened up the kettle and laughed this amazing, belly-full laugh and all the caterpillars jumped up on your arms, and the butterflies were flying around your head while you skipped around the room. It was amazing. I hope you’ve learned to see yourself as you appear to the rest of the world. I’m still shedding all my cocoons, but you definitely seem to be a butterfly. You are such an inspiration! Thanks for being your squishy self.
WOW! I just had to repost that. First of all Doc Hendley is not only hot as hell (and married with children), he is one of the good men out doing good things in the world. It’s a honor to be in the same dream as him and speaking at the same event. He founded Wine to Water – non-profit aid organization focused on providing clean water to needy people around the world.
As it says on the TEDx site: Doc Hendley /henˈlēⁿ/ 1 : founder and president of Wine To Water 2 : named one of the Top 10 CNN Heroes for 2009 3 : calls himself proof that anyone, even a tattooed keg-tapper, can cure what ails the world.
The fact that he and I were in a dream together is such a great metaphor for me. Both of us are “setting butterflies free” from totally different worlds. We spent some time talking at the event and he is an extraordinary man as in extra-ordinary too. He even toasted a glass of water to the audience at the end of his talk and pointed out what a “nobody” could do since he went from a bartender to a hero by following a dream.
Speaking of dreams and butterflies – they play a significant part in things I’ve been writing recently! Devon’s dream was a great little “keep dreaming and keep writing ” poke. Plus, it propelled me back into a memory from when I was about three and had collected a whole jar full of fireflies with my brother and sister and who opened the lid in the house? Me!!
Here’s something lovely ~
