Inspirational Prose: Transition
Right now I am in transition, a metamorphosis from a cocooned caterpillar to a butterfly. Four weeks ago my live-in-aide and best friend of 12 and a half years moved out of my place and to another state. My feelings are a raw mix of sadness, denial, wishing for the past, and holding on to broken pieces of old familiar routines, while I nudge forward into my new life of living alone.
I sense the newness of adventure, the calmness I naturally radiate when I am alone, and the quest of rediscovering aspects of me that have gone dormant from my awareness. They beckon me to let go and embrace the new moment. The mixture of all these feelings covers me like soft down on a baby bird, keeping me warm and safe in my journey of inching forward day by day.
Like one observing the sun rise over a mountain, I see myself rising with patience and love, knowing the uncomfortable feelings will soon change to light. As I uncurl my fist to release the past and cradle my heart in my hands, I reconnect with a stronger and more confident self. Standing exposed on my mountaintop and searching the space above me, I await the growth of my adult feathers that will allow me to spread my wings and fly.