For the past 10 months I've been living in a self-made cocoon (though if I'm honest I've been spinning it for years.) I crave color and light, and these last months have seemed to be devoid of either. But last night I dreamed of peacocks and orange silk, and I awoke feeling more like myself than I have in a very long time.
And now it's butterfly time and I am emerging from this warm, safe cocoon into the life I'm meant to live. (This time, with peacock colored wings.)
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You have a beautiful way with words and imagery, my dear. I'm glad you've arrived safely, and I'm sure you'll find that it's going to end up being ten times more awesome than you've ever dreamed.
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