Our healing journey can be compared to many things. I’ve compared it to the sprouting of a seed before. Lately I’ve been comparing it to the transformation of a caterpillar. Mostly because my current state of mind can be excused and understood when I define it as a cocoon.
After exhausting myself by running around as a lonely caterpillar, feeling like I could fly but not having the first clue how to do it, I finally gave up. Or gave in. Or gave out? Anyway, I stopped.
I stopped writing. I stopped attending meetings and events. I stopped working all but my primary job. I just stopped moving.
And I started to meditate. I started to focus my thoughts. I started to pay attention to the way I felt. I’m no longer crawling along as a caterpillar, neither am I flying off as a butterfly. Right now, I’m little more than goo in a cocoon, waiting to reform into something amazing.
So I wait. And I focus. And I smile.
Because when I get my wings
I’m going to soar!