a new beginning and
all possibilities exist.
imaginal cells resting
inside a cocoon.
resolve is not needed
in your primordial goo.
just rest and trust,
and patience.
one cell, two, then many,
a you unlike any other.
the imaginals know
what to do and not do.
the newness of you will
emerge when ready,
a chrysalis falling away
exposing, releasing.
imaginal you,
end result assured,
the butterfly is formed.
more fully your Self
more fully alive.
this you, not you,
yet perfectly you.
let go of the past.
your cocoon, self imposed
no longer needed.
take flight.
* I offer this as an alternative to resolutions.
Whoooooooooooa!! This is a work of art, Sandi! You are truly a sage, magician and warrior! Thank you for this beauty and wisdom.
Oh Daniel, thank you. As I wrote this piece I was so sure of the idea, but equally unsure if I could pull it off. It’s so different from what and how I usually write, so I’m delighted by your feedback my friend. xoS
You definitely pulled it off! Very beautiful, and evocative, and alchemical.
Thanks Annie! Really appreciate the feedback!
So beautiful and so powerful! I imagined all of these things happening as I read this.
<3
I’ve had laryngitis all week so perhaps I was in my own little cocoon as I wrote it! Thanks for your words dear Dyamond.
Sometimes we need to be silent for a new voice to emerge. Beautiful, Sandi.
So beautiful! Those imaginal cells are rich and nourishing! Can it be that parts of us remain in the cocoon while other parts unfurl our wings? Can there always be imaginal cells and rest and trust even while we glide through blue skies?
Thank you for your beautiful words, your lush intentions,
Hugs and butterflies,
~Teresa~
Such rich questions Teresa! Maybe as we grow and unfurl, we leave behind in the cocoon the parts of ourselves that have served their purpose. Then trust is needed, knowing that we will create a new cocoon when the next growth spurt comes.
I feel the past few months I’ve been in a cocoon and the unfurling is close. Both exhilarating and terrifying. Trust is needed. xoS
Oh how beautiful, perfect and timely! Thank you xoxo
Happy to hear that Pam, thank you!
“end assured”
This is the part I like the best. The knowledge of what will be has already been planned and designed. The ability of endure the discomfort of change because of what has been promised.
Beautiful piece Sandi!
Dear, dear Alycia, friend of my heart. Whatever it was that brought us together, I rest easy that the end is assured for our friendship. xoS
Sandi – thank you for sharing – your way of expressing this is Beautiful – like you – such hidden talent…. thank you for sharing this – love Gail
Thanks so much Gail. The writing has been in the background for a very long time. This is the year to bring it forward
Wow Sandi! So beautiful! I’m going to print it out and post it beside my computer!
Imagining imaginals on our walls
Wow, Sandi – apparently laryngitis is good for you (and the rest of us, who get to experience the results)!
I love the cocoon image, it resonates with my soul – and yet, how often I wrestle with my own cocoon times – assuming that I’m stagnating when I’m really growing wings.
Thanks for allowing your (laryngitis caused) unspoken words to flow in poetry – and for sharing!!
Karen, your words brought tears to my eyes because I can relate to the resistance. How I’ve hated my cocoon the past few months, and how that has shown up in some physical challenges in my body. And now, what I’ve learned is there’s nothing to resist. The cocoon just is a part of life. And the outcome is always assured.
LOVE LOVE LOVE!! My Goddess for the year is Butterfly Maiden, my word/concept is Emergence. This poem is perfect! January is a perfect month for these kind of ideas. It is an awkward, threshold, beginnings kind of month. This year is a year of unfurling for me also and having my writing come to the foreground. I am constantly creating things and love this website!
Wow Sandy, you’re right! Couldn’t be more perfect if we’d tried! And if this is your first visit to Roots of She, welcome. It is a lovely, nourishing place to be.
Gorgeous! I love it!
Long ago, when I was under four feet tall in the world, my mom gave me a small piece of paper (it was actually an old library dewey decimal style index card, for those who remember!) -
it said: “Happiness is like a butterfly, the more you chase it, the more it eludes you. If you turn your attention to other things it comes softly and sits on your shoulder”
the resonance I feel while reading your words feels like a butterfly on my shoulder.
take flight?
I will…
I am.
Thanks!
Delighted to read your words. They made me think of all the areas in life where turning your attention to other things would be so much more useful then chasing and forcing an outcome. Powerful.
Deep sigh… one of pure contentment.
imaginal cells … the possibility in those words gives me goosebumps
I had the same experience Karen when I first heard the term a couple of months ago. Been thinking about it ever since!
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