Listening to stories of transformation,

Identifying with the caterpillar

dissolving into goo,

Longing for chrysalis so no one has to watch….

wondering if I even want wings….

And then I i hear

“imaginal cells” start to communicate and create

The butterfly….

Imaginal cells?

That can’t be true…

We can’t transform that way…

But it is…

All is metaphor.

If we can not imagine we can transform,

We never will…

We will simply be goo longing for You.


And then I saw what looked like the camellia reaching towards a butterfly….

And knew, You were reaching for me too.

About eteal

Reverend Teal is a minister, chaplain, artist and storyteller. She specializes in the human-animal bond and all its healing aspects.
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