02/19/2020
“The psyches and souls of women have their own cycles and seasons of doing and solitude, running and staying, being involved and being removed, questing and resting, creating and incubating, being of the world and returning to the soul-place.”
―Clarissa Pinkola Estés
Sometimes, we think we are in a rut, when really, we are in a rest.
A junction where solace is gifted to us, but where we don't often recognize it as such, and finding no comfort, we wriggle and thrust asking ourselves where we should be, what we should do - sometimes even how exactly we should feel.
But right now. Wherever you are?
It is perfect.
Even where it feels lost, undone, transitioning, transforming. That moment before transformation, by the way?
It mostly feels like a real mess.
When the old life no longer fits, but the new one has yet to come. It is the literal caterpillar caught in the metamorphosis state between pupa and butterfly. I often muse just what is going on when a caterpillar is in that cocoon - something so much approximating a dark womb or sarcophagus, completely silent and alone - what is it thinking and feeling? Is there a struggle of unknowing being neither caterpillar or butterfly?
Because I have felt that.
So breathe into it
and allow yourself to take a moment
to reflect on the wonder of your life,
the magic that you have come from
are returning to;
and the supernal, wondrous soul that you truly are.
(you are loved)
"Adar Rhiannon" **ra