I was walking near the woods in search of wild strawberries when my eyes lit upon a most unusual moth. Just hatched, its wings were one third the size of its abdomen. I reached down and it grabbed hold of my finger.
I watched in amazement as its abdomen pumped liquid into its wings, tripling them in size within an hour until they were longer than its body.
I found out it was an imperial moth. I wondered if perhaps it could be my father’s spirit. He loved insects and had such an eye for beauty in the natural world. Was it an omen of transformation?
Metamorphosis is within our grasp in any moment. All we have to do is reach for it.
What has metamorphosed in your world of late?