I found I could say things with color and shapes that I couldn't say any other way - things I had no words for. ~Georgia O'Keeffe
Thursday, December 23, 2010
My Chrysalis
The caterpillar transforms inside its chrysalis. It sheds its globulous, unattractive form to become something totally different, something reputed for its grace and beauty. I often wonder what the caterpillar undergoes inside the chrysalis. Is it like what I am experiencing now? I read that some moths and butterflies remember things from their caterpillar form. That is very interesting. Do I want to remember things from before? I do if they won't hurt me anymore. Am I strong enough to remember what I have gone through inside my chrysalis and not forsake all the progress and pain and reformation? That remains to be seen... .
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