Last night we talked about the actual process of metamorphosis, when a caterpillar undergoes the process or spinning a cocoon before transforming into a butterfly. The process itself is grueling, which includes a period where the caterpillar liquifies, actually dissolves, until the cells with the programming of a butterfly outnumber those of a caterpillar (simply put). From there, the butterfly must squeeze through a tiny hole to make its way into the outside world. This painful 'birthing' process is necessary for its survival. The process is a beautiful metaphor for the changes we undergo. Excruciating at times, our old self dies while our potential is gradually realized and birthed. And, at times, there is no choice in the matter. It is programmed into our very being. The only way out is through. What difficult changes have you undergone, when a part of you or the self dies in order to give birth to a new you, a new part of your life?
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