This is a story about growth.

Like all growing pains, it is far from a pleasant experience.

Everyone talks about the caterpillar’s transformation as if its some magickal overnight process.

Welp, it ain’t.

It takes time to grow your wings.

It takes gestation. The decomposition of an old life to the point at which there is no going back to who you once were.

Like the caterpillar when you decide to embark on this journey, expect the unexpected.

You will have to be completely vulnerable with yourself to take on this process of metamorphosis.

There are times where the pain of your decomposing body might be so intolerable that you want to break free. Yet I beg you to be patient with the process for when the time is right, you will know.

Allow the process to take hold, even though the discomfort. Allow your caterpillar self to decompose, digest, and turn to a puddle of goo.

It sounds a lot like death right, and in a way it kind of is.

In this state of sheer vulnerability, the caterpillar can’t revert to its former self. It has embraced its change; it has embraced its fate.

It knows that it has to completely surrender to this state of transformation. Knowing that it has only the shell of its own construction to protect it from the elements at hand.

At any moment it could be plucked from its place of safety, and yet it remains confident that in the end the process will be worth the wait.

The caterpillar does not set a clock or write down a specific time for its transformation. It relies on the instincts of its own biology to know when to break free from its shell.

In the end its worth the wait, for if it survives the painful process of its own decomposition, it is given the most magickal gift of all.

Freedom from its own cage.

At first its wings are stiff, but within moments it instinctively knows how to fly.

So will you if you embrace this journey of transformation.