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I sit here with pen to paper. A distressed yellow bistro table sits under my journal. The sun comes up over the New York City skyline and warms my face.
In fact, it takes all my energy just to write…I occasionally sit back and let my face feel the sun. Eyes closed and my body settles into the chair. I am at ease.
I am truly grateful…so much has been happening. Something is emerging inside me. A growth moment… like I am in the early stages of the caterpillar/butterfly metamorphosis…
I wonder what the process is like for a caterpillar to start to get wings. Is it hard? Does it hurt at first? Is it challenging to let go of the ground? Well, my caterpillar self feels that way.
Today as the sun invited me to breathe easier, I sit with this growth. I am not in control anymore. I am just here to pay attention. To fully see all around me.
And then allow things to unfold. This has been one of life’s greatest struggles for me. I so want something now or the growth to happen fast.
But wings won’t do me any good if I haven’t learned to fly.
So today I am grateful for this compelling journey. I surrender fully to what comes next.
I settle into the unknown and will keep enjoying all these little moments.
Moments that brought me here today…and are preparing me to fly.
Until then, I will keep letting my wings unfold…and of course, waiting with patient anticipation for the day…
and you can truly call me
a butterfly.
This is a letter poem from my recent book “becoming more human: words from the soul”
