When I think about From Cocoon to Butterfly:
I feel constrained, struggle, effort, and scared because I have never been a butterfly before. I do not recognize my future self, how could I, how can I, what will I do? So many unknowns & so much uncertainty.
At least that is what I am feeling and experiencing in this now moment. Somehow I must make the leap in my imagination using my thoughts & feelings to create a butterfly I do not know. Going back feels so much more safe and familiar and too late.
There is no going back now, ONLY FORWARD:
A poet once said, I dreamed I was a butterfly & awoke to ask, am I a butterfly dreaming I am a man? OR?