I last wrote 8 months ago… I had no idea it had been that long. I feel as though I built myself a cocoon and have been living in it unknowingly. I recently went to a butterfly garden with a friend of mine; in utter amazement I watched them flutter.. I watched them eat and watched them play. As I looked on, I couldn't help but begin to wonder about the lives they actually live. I started to wonder if a caterpillar knows it's going to turn into a butterfly at any point before it actually does?? I wonder if that caterpillar really knows why it's building that cocoon? Does it have any idea how long it will be in there? Does it know what color it will be? What runs through the brain of the small larva as it takes it's last conscious breath and fades off into it's future?
Over the last 8 months, pieces of me have transformed. My mind restored, my body rejuvenated, and my soul reconnected to the source of… everything. Looking back at my previous blogs, I could see and feel the change coming just didn't know exactly what the manifestation would be. All my predictions, all my lessons learned and my reflections pushed me through a time when ultimately my heart would begin to open for the world to see.
They say you're not supposed to ever help a butterfly out of it's cocoon. They say that pushing through that hard shell provides the exercise it needs to be able to use it's wings. I've never felt more like that butterfly.
Namaste.. to the old and the new...