We are like the caterpillar who is deemed no choice but to spin itself into a silky shiny protective chrysalis casing only to radically transform and emerge a butterfly. The core of truly releasing the old into the embers of unnecessary story is the same shedding of what no longer can be contained. That which must come forth through the breathe of the Universe.
We want to protect our delicate life but even if our transformation is botched, our Metamorphosis is Inevitable! We can no longer remain concealed. We can and will evolve into the delight of flight.
May the very tendrils of our roots be nourished and supported and our foundation be strong so we may spread our wings gracefully, stretch them wide into space, and allow the movement of brilliance within every moment.
