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 |   As the first blog entry got exhausted. My second book |
| You DO know what happens to a poor little suffocated caterpillar BEFORE he breaks free into a beautiful butterfly. Yeah. He is confined to a cocoon. Hot. Stuffy. Lonely. The lights have long since gone out. I can't ask the caterpillar but I assume it is NOT a pleasant experience. Much like our trials on this life journey. I don’t know if caterpillars have anxiety, but maybe. I mean, it seems a legit situation for the breeding ground of anxiety. Does the caterpillar even realize what the cocoon is producing in him? Does he know in the depth of his caterpillar heart that better days are coming? Does he know it is actually a shelter for him while he grows? Does he know he is destined to be a beautiful, soaring, fearless butterfly? So. I guess I am saying that perhaps that thing you thought was destroying you, is actually saving you - preparing you - growing you - changing you - a metamorphosis from pain to purpose - ashes to beauty - caterpillar to butterfly. I think the very coolest part of the butterfly's metamorphosis is THIS - the cocoon gets left behind “in the dirt”, never to be of use again! Ever. The long dark night finally ends. Morning has come. The cocoon is unraveled into perfection. |
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