🐛Metamorphosis🦋

The quiet labor of growth and strength of inner transformation

Everyone wants to be the butterfly.
Radiant. Free. Transformed.

But few want to be a caterpillar - slimy, slow, soft thing.
or choose the journey thru dark and disorienting, unknown cocoon.

This poem emerged as I reflected on the quiet, often invisible labor of personal growth. We celebrate transformation, but rarely honor the discomfort and surrender it demands. Like the caterpillar, like Siddhartha — there’s a moment we all must enter the cocoon, unsure if we’ll make it out. And yet, something beautiful waits within.

Here is the poem… let me know what it evokes in you as you reflect on it.

Everyone loves the monarchs
And wants to be one
But not many admire caterpillars
Or choose to be one

Metamorphosis is hard.
It asks you to leave
The comfort you know,
To step into the unknown.

Buddha did the same —
Left behind riches
And luxury of a kingdom
Loved ones, even his newborn son.

Stepping into the forest
Wild and unprotected
Searching for the answers
Finding them all within.

When words cause confusion
Silence brings clarity
Distill the emotional turmoil
Still, Steady. Strength.

Trust the process instead of chasing the outcome. Choose to be a caterpillar, is choosing to:

• Stay curious, not expert.

• Sit in the messiness of not knowing.

• Honor the present moment, not rush to transformation.

• Trust that inner growth is happening, even if unseen.

What are you choosing today?