What the world needs NOW is another butterfly poem. I concur with Barbara that this is brilliant.
I used to have a milkweed patch that was seed-bombing the neighborhood. At a particularly stressful time, the week of signing the MSA after 30 mos of negotiation, I had 40-50 chrysalis hanging around the yard. Some were on the house, the porc…
What the world needs NOW is another butterfly poem. I concur with Barbara that this is brilliant.
I used to have a milkweed patch that was seed-bombing the neighborhood. At a particularly stressful time, the week of signing the MSA after 30 mos of negotiation, I had 40-50 chrysalis hanging around the yard. Some were on the house, the porch, the fence. I had a couple of head busts made by daughters in pottery class--one chrysalis hung like an earring on Medusa and another from the cap bill of a stuck-up popular guy made to look ridiculous.
All I could do at the time was commune with them and watch them emerge, sticky wet, and dry out their wings, fluttering out the most vibrant color imaginable. So since then, the monarch has been my totem, corny though it is. I'm still planning a tattoo sometime in my future.
Favorite lines: 'out of goo, architecture,' 'terrestrial to celestial,' 'sleeping sub rosa,' 'each one of us a fortune-speller,' 'hot slop of potential,' jewelry box,' 'my heroic twin self,' 'a gyration of spinning discomfort and ugliness,' and more I'd have to quote the whole thing to include. But most of all I loved the meaning you brought out of this time of waiting, womb time. It makes the emergence inevitable, and the conflict--that feels wrong--into a necessary dis-illusion/ dis-solution. We are dissolving and that's okay.
You are so opposite the chrysalis, Mary, so soft and gooey on the outside ;-) that I forget the steely resolve (re-solve!) under the surface. Both you and the butterfly are a metaphor for the feminine re-emerging into the world, and both give me hope.
Bring on the corny! I just love the anecdote of all the chrysalis-es (chrysali??) dripping from every available spot in your yard. Of course the monarch is your totem.
Isn't it funny? I don't think of myself as gooey on the outside and steely inside; I view myself as exactly the opposite! 😂 That's why we need friends; they hold necessary mirrors!
Thanks for this comment, Tereza. You are so YOU, unapologetically, and you give me/everyone permission to be the same. Big hugs... xox
What the world needs NOW is another butterfly poem. I concur with Barbara that this is brilliant.
I used to have a milkweed patch that was seed-bombing the neighborhood. At a particularly stressful time, the week of signing the MSA after 30 mos of negotiation, I had 40-50 chrysalis hanging around the yard. Some were on the house, the porch, the fence. I had a couple of head busts made by daughters in pottery class--one chrysalis hung like an earring on Medusa and another from the cap bill of a stuck-up popular guy made to look ridiculous.
All I could do at the time was commune with them and watch them emerge, sticky wet, and dry out their wings, fluttering out the most vibrant color imaginable. So since then, the monarch has been my totem, corny though it is. I'm still planning a tattoo sometime in my future.
Favorite lines: 'out of goo, architecture,' 'terrestrial to celestial,' 'sleeping sub rosa,' 'each one of us a fortune-speller,' 'hot slop of potential,' jewelry box,' 'my heroic twin self,' 'a gyration of spinning discomfort and ugliness,' and more I'd have to quote the whole thing to include. But most of all I loved the meaning you brought out of this time of waiting, womb time. It makes the emergence inevitable, and the conflict--that feels wrong--into a necessary dis-illusion/ dis-solution. We are dissolving and that's okay.
You are so opposite the chrysalis, Mary, so soft and gooey on the outside ;-) that I forget the steely resolve (re-solve!) under the surface. Both you and the butterfly are a metaphor for the feminine re-emerging into the world, and both give me hope.
Bring on the corny! I just love the anecdote of all the chrysalis-es (chrysali??) dripping from every available spot in your yard. Of course the monarch is your totem.
Isn't it funny? I don't think of myself as gooey on the outside and steely inside; I view myself as exactly the opposite! 😂 That's why we need friends; they hold necessary mirrors!
Thanks for this comment, Tereza. You are so YOU, unapologetically, and you give me/everyone permission to be the same. Big hugs... xox