Goodbye Chrysalis

"We cannot become what we need to by remaining what we are." Max De Pree

There comes a day in the life of the caterpillar where something changes. They are no longer compelled to go about their daily business of inching along and endlessly consuming verdant fodder to appease their own appetite. They are beckoned by something deep within to do something different. They abandon the previous patterns of their existence and willfully submit themselves to the velvety blackness and desperately tight confines of the chrysalis.

This is a scary place for someone who likes wide open spaces.  For someone who likes light and beauty, breath and LIFE.  Life doesn't happen in the cocoon.  It is transformed there. Painfully and dramatically transformed.  The caterpillar essentially is reduced to liquid during metomorphosis. And it is only when everything it has ever held dear has been reduced to mush and then buffetted by hard wind that it experiences reformation into all things new.

We have been liquefied. We have submitted ourselves to that dark time of waiting on transformation. And now, we can feel it. That moment where the first hairline fracture appears and the idea of light and air, future and hope are just one fragile layer away from our senses. In a few days time we will give one last weak push against these brittle strands, step forward in fragility and vulnerability, changed. No longer to inch along in our own little world of self preservation, but to fly forward, wings unfurled into the garden of the world to alight and land, alight and land, leaving paths of pollen wherever we go,

Goodbye Chrysalis.  You have done your work and now it is time for us to do ours.