Musing

A society grows great when old men plant trees whose shade they know they shall never sit in.
- Greek proverb



I recently read that if you open a cocoon or chrysalis, there is no half-way creature. A dissolution is required for the change from caterpillar to butterfly. This is my cocooning time of year. I like to envision myself dissolving, letting go.   What emerges now?

I enjoyed the moon last night, the pink blush in the sky this morning.

I am with "enough" these days. How do we know enough? How do we honor enough in our lives, in our selves?  

Perhaps if my cocooning does result in a scaled set of wings, my upward view will allow me to better weigh and understand.