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Finding the ordinary magic in daily living, in the waves of grief and high delight.
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I wrote this poem for the May issue of Weaving Wisdom, a collaborative collection of plant and nature wisdom. If you haven’t already, check out this beautiful body of transformative words here:
did you know when caterpillars cocoon they dissolve into liquid every segment, every cell of their bodies dissolving into an unrecognizable pool that can only be described as mush. and then slowly this indescribable soup begins to solidify morphing into the recognizable wings and antenna of those beloved butterflies we look for every summer, flying swiftly. to become something new they must become completely undone. this. this is what grief does to the human heart. melts us into an unrecognizable, indescribable sorrow. I feel my very cells being remade becoming something new in the chrysalis of deep loss. somehow these creatures manage to fly after this cellular breakdown. maybe I will too