In the Flow with Healing Waters

From Cocoon to Butterfly

I wish I could take credit for writing this blog, but I can’t. I can only take credit for copying and pasting it. I found this post on social media and resonated with it, I thought I’d share it with all of you. 

“You do know what happens to a poor little suffocated caterpillar before he breaks free into a beautiful butterfly. Yeah. He is confined to a cocoon. Hot. Stuffy. Lonely. The lights have long since gone out. I can’t ask the caterpillar but I assume it is not a pleasant experience. Much like our trials on this life journey. 

I don’t know if caterpillars have anxiety, but maybe. I mean, it seems a legit situation for the breeding ground of anxiety. 

Does the caterpillar even realize what the cocoon is producing in him? Does he know the depth of his caterpillar heart that better days are coming? Does he know it is actually a shelter for him while he grows? Does he know he is destined to be a beautiful, soaring, fearless butterfly?

So, I guess I am saying that perhaps that thing you thought was destroying you, is actually saving you – preparing you – growing you – changing you – a metamorphosis from pain to purpose – ashes to beauty – caterpillar to butterfly. 

I think the very coolest part of the butterfly’s metamorphosis is THIS – The cocoon gets left behind “in the dirt,” never to be of use again. Ever! The long dark night finally ends. Morning has come. The cocoon is unraveled into perfection. 

Fly little butterfly. It is time.”

As I read this, specifically when the questions were asked if the caterpillar realizes and understands what is happening, and how this process is actually doing good, I was able to relate it to some personal stories of my life. The process may take longer for humans than a butterfly, but the end result is the same. Going through tough times can actually be saving us, preparing us, helping us grow, changing us from pain to purpose, ashes to beauty until we go from caterpillar to butterfly. What a beautiful journey it can be. 

What is your caterpillar story?

Flying away in the flow,

Deb