UNBECOMING

- hello terrestrial rose community -

i think we forget, i know i did, that when we enter the chrysalis to transform into the butterfly that it isn't just a becoming. it is an unbecoming, an unbecoming of everything that's held you back + down. and once you've fulfilled that unbecoming (which truly probably is ever ongoing), we do not emerge the butterfly. we are but a fertile pile of goop, a soup sandwich as a dear friend so eloquently put. sometimes we are asked to really marinate in this space. can we sit, or even revel, in the messiness of our own destruction. get comfortable. get so comfortable that we play. play in the non-form, play in the unknown, play in the uncertainty - which really at its core is endless possibility! then, so i'm told (not quite there yet), piece by piece we can start to rebuild from the soup of our soul that which is truly meant for us. slow, slow, slow we must go ... to build something that truly lasts.

in kindness + wonder,

bay