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.
- 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.