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This is my journey. I want to share this incredible roller coaster ride of hopes, dreams, signs, emotional crashes, and excitement.
this is the space where i work out what is going on in my head. i hope that you can see yourself in my posts and that you will gain something from following my story.

Showing posts with label goo. Show all posts
Showing posts with label goo. Show all posts

Tuesday, 18 February 2014

waiting for my wings to grow ...

"it was during a time of painful conflict that i first began to experience myself as more than one. it was as though i sat in the midst of many selves." - Elizabeth O'Connor

i think that's what it must be like for a caterpillar who spins a cocoon. do they know that they are going to dissolve into "goo" and to stew in their many selves; caterpillar, butterfly, goo, cells, bits and pieces of their selves ... just waiting ...




lately, i have been encountering butterflies. whether it is on my mother-in-law's bookshelf, a photo in the living room at a B&B, a random sighting, a metaphor, a book, or in my own kitchen; butterflies just seem to find their way to me lately. 


a gift from MD for my 18th birthday xoxo



KM met a woman who recommended a book to her called When the Heart Waits by Sue Monk Kidd. she read it and mentioned to me that it had butterfly and cocoon imagery and that she thought of me. KM then loaned the book to me. 

it is the kind of book that i could read in one sitting, but i am making myself read it slowly in small pieces so that i can take it all in. 

because the truth is, i think that Sue Monk Kidd (SMK) climbed into my head and wrote the book through me. her experience is my experience. which makes me feel so much less alone. maybe we all feel this way. maybe we all go through this. 


"i too sat in the midst of many selves. the pleaser, the performer, the perfectionist - my trinity of p's. i was learning how these old roles were connected to another powerful role that i played out: the good little girl." -(SMK)

yes yes yes. 

this. 

this was me, my own trinity of p's haunting me from the pages of her book. i have been exploring the idea of myself being made up of many selves, and here it was written in ink, experienced by someone else: the powerful role of the good little girl (the GLG)

"my good little girl endured everything sweetly, feared coloring outside of the traditional lines, and frequently cut herself off from her real thoughts and feelings. she was well adapted to thinking other people's thoughts and following the path of least resistance." - SMK
yes yes yes and AGAIN yes. my own role as the GLG was learned very early in life. not wanting to cause ripples on the water, it became easier for me to follow the rules laid out for me. my path of least resistance meant finding ways to numb myself from my thoughts and feelings and my reactions to what was going on around me. my path of least resistance meant listening to what i was being told, taking in the messages from adults and peers, and learning at a very young age that i was fat, and ugly, and worthless, and that the best way to forge my way through the fire of life was to do what i was told, to never talk back, to follow all the rules, to be who i was expected to be ...

... now is the winter of my discontent (thanks shakespeare). not only because this winter seems colder, and snowier, and longer than recent winters. but because my role as the GLG is being questioned; is being turned on its head and being stewed in my own goo as i wait in my chrysalis exploring my many selves. is there such a thing as the Bad Little Girl (the BLG) ?  because that's who i was in secret. the GLG was my public self. my secret self rebelled by harming myself in multiple ways. my secret self broke rules that i knew wouldn't be noticed. was i the the BLG? or was i simply a little girl who wanted attention? who wanted to be loved? 

i am in my chrysalis now, but without the deep longing and need to wrap myself in my duvet cocoon. i am in my chrysalis because i am being still and waiting. i am exploring my many selves and allowing myself to be spiritually reborn. no, SC, i won't be climbing into a bag and reenacting my birth. i promise! this isn't a REbirth, this is a new birth. it is a transformation. it is a claiming of my life as my own. it is time of waiting, and listening to my inner self, in order to grow my own wings and become my own butterfly.

"the greek word for soul is psyche, and is often represented by a butterfly. while it was tempting for me to think that the growth and emergence of my authentic self would happen with little time or effort on my part, that isn't so." SMK

i wanted nothing more than to go back to work. i was going to "cheat" myself and my doctors and go back to work, force myself to suck it up and carry on. not give myself the time that i need. because the GLG knows that going to work and being a productive member of society is important. the BLG was telling me that by staying home and listening to the doctors, i was breaking all the rules that my childhood taught me. 

and then i read more of  When the Heart Waits  and came to understand that growing wings takes time. and that being still with myself is important. and this is a luxury. not everyone has the opportunity to take this time for themselves, to heal, to grow, to reflect. i have been given a gift: the gift of a chrysalis. and i can sit here, my gooey self, reflecting, reading, learning, growing, and becoming my authentic self. 

"bright wings and works of art don't just happen. they require the courage to let go and spin the chrysalis.[...] wherever there are bright new wings, there's always the husk of waiting somewhere in the corner." SMK

this is scary. this is hard. waiting. 

waiting is far from easy. the GLG and the BLG both want to give up. but becoming a butterfly means spinning a cocoon and trusting that you will come out the other side, changed, and with wings that will carry you to new places. strong wings that will allow you to fly, and to soar on the breeze. waiting means trusting. trusting means letting go. and letting go means leaning into the fear. 



"we have to be patient. we have to let go and tap our creative stillness. most of all, we have to trust that our scarred hearts really do have wings" SMK



xoxo
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Tuesday, 28 January 2014

cocoon part 2 ... aka i am now in a state of goo

i have been taking the cocoon metaphor quite seriously these days. wrapping myself in blankets and avoiding the world as much as possible. i pictured myself in my cocoon, resisting the growing of wings ... but that eventually the wings would sprout and i would fly.

i pictured myself as this whole and intact fat little caterpillar sleeping my change away inside my cocoon. 

well imagine my surprise (enlightenment, awakening, shock, ah ha moment!!!) when i learned something new today:

apparently ... when a caterpillar spins a cocoon ... it turns into goo ... 

yes, you read that right: GOO !!!

i need to re-frame my entire metaphor of being inside my cocoon!

(all quotes in this blog are from Radiolab and can be heard in its entirety if you click here, quotes are from Molly Webster. you can learn more about her by clicking here)

"once the caterpillar gets into its shell ... they sort of just melt" 

it's cellular ... here's a short video ...

WHAT?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?

D sent me this podcast today. and it has left me with all sorts of spinning thoughts (get it? "spinning" thoughts ... ha ha):

http://www.radiolab.org/story/goo-and-you/


according to Webster, in the 1600s, naturalists believed that caterpillars spun the cocoon and died. and then a butterfly was reborn. "a spiritual accent." as if a butterfly was a representation of our souls accent to heaven.

the transformation is both mysterious and miraculous. 

and not at ALL what i have pictured my entire life, nor what i remember being taught in science class!

so basically ... a caterpillar spins a chrysalis and then pretty much melts into a soupy goo with microscopic bits of brain and nerves and stuff. the adult parts (antenna, wings ...) are transparent and they stay in the cocoon but don't get soupy in the goo. 

what is interesting is the idea of who comes out the other side of that goo. is it the same creature? if it pretty much dissolves and the cells restructure themselves into an entirely different creature - one who drinks nectar instead of eating leaves, one who flies - then is it the same creature? does it carry it's knowledge with it?

if i allow myself to have a total and complete melt(down) of all that i know about myself and all that i have the potential to become ... will it still be me who comes out the other side? 

based on an experiment with moths and zapping and a scent ... 

Full story and radio interview here: http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=88031220

Prof. WEISS: The question that we asked is can a moth or a butterfly remember something that it learned as a caterpillar?NIELSEN: To find out, Weiss and her colleague Doug Blackiston put a lot of big, green tobacco hornworm caterpillars into the electric boxes and then gave them whiffs of stinky gas. Then Blackiston zapped them.Prof. WEISS: So that the caterpillars would get a little bit of smell, and then they'd get a shock, and you could tell that they noticed the shock. And I think he did it once an hour for eight hours.NIELSEN: Weiss says the caterpillars quickly learned that the stench would be followed by the jolt. As a result, the caterpillars wouldn't go near anything that smelled of ethyl acetate.Next, the researchers let the caterpillars start the process that would turn them into moths. One by one, these caterpillars disappeared into brown, urn-shaped pupal chambers that dissolve their bodies and their brains. Five weeks later, the moths hatched out. At that point, the researchers gave the moth a choice of fresh air or air that stank of ethyl acetate.Prof. WEISS: And wouldn't you know it, the moths that had learned to avoid ethyl acetate as larvae still avoided it as adults.NIELSEN: In other words, somehow, the caterpillar memories had survived the biological meltdown. 


 it was demonstrated through this experiment that "the memory made it through the goo and came out the other side." 

"it's kind of eerie ... it's not just what of me carries forward into the future ... it's like what of my future self is in me right now?"  

what of my future self is in me right now?

and so my re-framing begins ...

... i still feel like a caterpillar who doesn't want to come out of her cocoon. my warm blue duvet makes me feel safe and protected here on my couch. and i try to recreate that feeling when i leave the house. which hasn't been easy. 

and i still resist the changes that are happening. i still resist the inevitable growth of wings. 

and yet, i like the idea that the changes within me are on a cellular level - that it is within my very flesh, and bones, and neurpathways (thanks for that word AG) that change is occurring. 

... in order for real change to take place, as D said to me today, "you gotta to turn into goo" ...