The taste of change - caterpillar to butterfly - how does that work?
Something that has been - coming to an end.
The beginning of something new, that I have not fully grown into yet.
The freshness, the excitement of that, inspiration, aliveness.
And the big un-known. Letting go. The grief of something being over, a place of no return.
What is this change is about? Somewhere there is a deeper knowing and readiness. A "yes". A need and longing to let go of all that is not real. Like seriously letting go. Beloved beliefs and concepts - that for the longest time have provided a safety structure to become who I am today.
And now - checking it out. Testing it. Rattling the cage, opening the doors.
What is still serving me - and the greater good?
Ready to move on. To step deeper into the river. To surrender - to something way bigger than me. What is true and real, what is the essence of it all, beyond ideas and concepts of the "me-I-my".
Beyond of who I think I am. Who am I?
It´s been a pleasant caterpillar life. Leafy greens, a good life.
And then there is the taste of flying, of growing wings.
Maybe, most likely - they have been there all along. Patiently waiting - for "me", to finally trust.
To butterfly - caterpillar has to let go of nothing less but everything.
Are you ready?
Today I am aware of this edge again.
This threshold between “the Old” and “the New”.
One does not do it anymore. The other not yet fully emerged.
And here I am - mustering the courage to embrace no-where-land,
with not much to hold on to.
Making friends with it.
The space - in between.
I breathe it in. Breathing happening. I am being breathed. Breath.