I was looking through a notebook of mine last night, exploring some writings from quite a few years ago. I was inspired to take this book in hand…I knew not why at the time…but I took pleasure in looking through it and recalling the events and messages that were revealed there. Some good, some not…as the notebook spanned a good deal of time. As I was thumbing through the pages, images of days and thoughts gone by drifting through my mind…I came upon a passage that caught my eye, and I was moved to share it with you.
I clearly recall the situation I was in, and it was restricting. I was diligently working with myself to find the current to rise above it so that the solution could have the space to come to me. I recall sitting on my patio, feeling a gentle breeze flowing ‘round me, the still and quiet of a warm afternoon. There was a hush, it seemed, and then a vision came to me…of a Butterfly breaking out of its’ cocoon. And I wrote this:
“This is what a Butterfly must feel like when starting to break out of the cocoon. It must start to move and attempt to spread its’ wings, causing some friction in order to crack and crumble the cocoon that will fall away, revealing the beautiful Butterfly inside…that flies away.”
Reading this, it struck me that, when we are in difficult situations or a dark place in our lives…we may feel wrapped in it, as if trapped in a cocoon of sadness or misery…and unable to see outside or around the gossamer threads that bind us. But, in that muted stillness and darkness…we are really just gestating, allowing “nature” or the energy of the Universe and Higher Powers to evolve…and allowing ourselves the space to think, form, and grow, until all of the elements gather and fall just right for the change to occur and the answer or solution…the Breakthrough…to come.
BUT…during that gestation…and in order to break through that cocoon…there must be some Friction. The Friction we feel for the want of something to change, or to grow, or to find something new…or freedom from what it is that has us bound. The Butterfly…without the Friction of wriggling and chafing against the confining walls of the cocoon…would not come to cause the eventual break through the walls that held it. If the Butterfly…and we…lay dormant, or never encounter Friction in our worlds, then we would not have reason to stretch, spread, and transform into the beauty that we truly are.
So…there must at times be Friction in our lives…to test the walls of our cocoons…and to test us…to see just how badly we want to break free…and how willing we are to risk that Friction, to embrace it, use it even…and find our way to Freedom.
To find our wings…and fly!
And remember too…that every gorgeous Butterfly…started out a little caterpillar, inching its’ way across a rough road until it found its’ place to slumber and embrace the wrapping of the cocoon, and the gestation period, until it makes its’ transformation. Do you think the caterpillar knows before it enters the cocoon that it will emerge a Butterfly? I wonder.
But, even if it doesn’t…we can know that about ourselves…and it shall make the unfolding that much sweeter and more graceful to bear.