"Lynn Twist, activist and author, speaks about the process of metamorphosis and how the earth bound caterpillar becomes the liberated butterfly:
During the later stages of its development the caterpillar becomes ravenous, and unable to satisfy its hunger, devours everything in sight, ultimately consuming hundreds of times its own weight. Eventually, too bloated to move, it attaches itself to a branch and forms a cocoon. Soon, from within the caterpillar’s body, new cells, called imaginal cells, begin to emerge. Because they’re completely unlike any of the caterpillar’s existing cells, they’re perceived as invaders and are promptly attacked by the caterpillar’s immune system. Outnumbered and under assault, these tiny indomitable imaginal cells keep right on coming. They begin to multiply, to recognize one another, and then to band together and to organize. Eventually the caterpillar’s immune system is overwhelmed and the caterpillar dies. And yet, what looks at this point very much like disintegration is in fact, an act of transformation. The dead body of the caterpillar provides a “nutritive soup” for the new life that’s in the process of emerging. Ultimately the caterpillar’s tomb becomes the butterfly’s womb."
I think that little piece might come close to what we've been experiencing in the last few weeks (or maybe months). Something new is coming into being here within our lives and our family. It is exciting and scary at the same time. I can't really say much more about it at this point. Maybe, once we've lived through this transformation, there'll be something we can share about where we are and where we've been. For now, we are becoming...