Cocooning

We named her JOY!

. . .carries meaning. Every year, and with each new caterpillar, the timing of each phase seems to bear for me a personal message.

This year, I found the caterpillar during the same week I discovered two new job opportunities. One is teaching Creative Writing at a local studio. The other is teaching Acting to high-school students at a professional theater.

My heart was pounding when I watched the butterfly emerge from its chrysallis on the day of my first interview!

As we were celebrating butterfly's birth--taking pictures and watching it pump fluid through delicate wings, readying itself for flight--my son, Ryker, spotted another teensy-weensy caterpillar on the first butterfly's now-completely-dead milkweed leaves. And it struck me that. . .miracles cycle. The cycle of life is a miracle, yes, but miracles cycle, too. They appear as tiny as can be, grow and evolve, and transform US, leaving the possibility of NEW miracles in their wake.
I don't think I'll ever get bored on the Monarch's journey!