Transformation isn’t something you choose, it chooses you. Considering what’s involved, no caterpillar in its right mind would ever choose to become a butterfly.
Welcome to dark night of your soul, Witch; it will be over soon. Let these fae feast on all of your old, outmoded ways of being in the world. Face your fears, and fix your gaze on the Beltane moon. Whatever you do, do not run from the torment, and do not lose faith in the worth of your ...
... but one day, soon, I’ll emerge, with my silky wings ready for flight,
for now, my pomegranate-stained lips smile,
as I play along in this dance of words across the fine lines of invisible rules...
We all have times of cocooning -- where parts of ourselves are dying off as other parts of ourselves are being birthed. Honor these parts. Lock your silverware drawer if you have to. Shut your encyclopedia. Ignore the voices of those who seek only to frighten you. But most importantly... Wait.