Finding what she needed to break free of her cocoon, she began to shake as she emerged, feeling cold. Confused, she asked herself, “What is happening? It wasn’t long before the caterpillar realized she could now move in very different ways than she had in the past. Amazed to discover that she had wings, she wondered if they were new or if she had never noticed these wings before.
Listening to the voice within, the caterpillar began to move her wings and soon discovered she knew how to fly. As she flew, the caterpillar experienced a freedom that was new to her, a freedom that transformed her sadness into joy and expectation. Flying over a clear stream and catching her reflection from the surface, the butterfly suddenly understood who and what she was. She was a spectacular butterfly with brilliantly colored wings In the days that followed, the butterfly flew high and low, seeing for the first-time many things that had been closed off to her in the past. She found herself in the company of other butterflies, as well as birds, moths and other things that flew. “Interesting,” she noticed, “I no longer feel alone; I feel light and free.” And, of course, the butterfly with colored wings that could fly high and low, realized she was no longer insignificant and perhaps had never been.
One night, as the butterfly nestled into the safety of a secluded plant, she reviewed her transformation from a caterpillar to a butterfly, experiencing a sense of freedom she had not known was possible. Remembering the caterpillar who had believed herself to be alone and insignificant, she whispered, “Sometimes you must travel through darkness to move into the light.” Then, as she felt her heart smile, the butterfly drifted into a deep and restful sleep.
Nancy Davis, Ph. D.
© 2006; 2017