Deepak Chopra writes in The Book of Secrets about the caterpillar changing into a butterfly.
“Outside my window in winter I can usually spy at least one chrysalis dangling from a branch. Inside it a caterpillar has turned into a pupa that will emerge in the spring as a butterfly. We are all familiar with this metamorphosis, having witnessed it as children (or by reading Eric Carle’s The Very Hungry Caterpillar). But what goes on invisibly inside the chrysalis remains deeply mysterious. The caterpillar’s organs and tissues dissolve into an amorphous, soup like state, only to reconstitute in to a structure of a butterfly’s body that bears no resemblance to a caterpillar at all.”
“Science has no idea why metamorphosis evolved. It is almost impossible to imagine that insects hit on it by chance – the chemical complexity of turning into a butterfly is incredible; thousands of steps are minutely interconnected. (It’s as if you dropped off a bicycle at the shop to be repaired, and when you came back the parts had become a Gulfstream Jet.)”
“But we do have some idea about how this delicate chain of events is linked. Two hormones, one called juvenile hormone, and the other ecdysone, regulate the process, which looks to the naked eye like the caterpillar is dissolving into soup. These two hormones make sure the cells moving from the larva to the butterfly know where they are going and how they are to change. Some cells are told to die; others digest themselves, while others turn into eyes, antennae, and wings. This implies a fragile (and miraculous) rhythm that must remain in precise balance between creation and destruction. That rhythm, it turns out, depends on day length, which in turn depends on the earth’s rotation around the sun. Therefore, a cosmic rhythm has been intimately connected to the birth of butterflies for millions of years.” Deepak
It came to me today, that blogging the way I do with total transparency is not going to need the same things as those who blog from the cocoon.
Writing from a cocoon hides what is going on and this is not something I am familiar with. So I can’t be the one to say what is best for anonymous bloggers.
But I can speak from transparency.
When I began writing I did so with full disclosure, it wasn’t to hide stuff, it was to shed light and to enlighten me, to find answers to who I was, as well as to leave a path for anyone who wanted to know about me.
I wrote about the dark corners within me that I didn’t know.
I asked questions of the white paper and it seemed answers came if I wrote long enough.
I never felt I had the right to have a voice and writing opened up a space for me to let it out.
Once I got the knack of it, it seemed that the only way for me to know me was to write it out.
The more I wrote the more I knew and the more I knew the more I wanted to know. And slowly I began to really really know me and what I began to learn about me, I didn’t want to cover up nor did I feel the need.
Whether it be my mixed up mind, my flipped around thoughts and beliefs or the multiple things I did incorrectly with my backwards mind, all of it became extremely exhilarating for it all was growing a new me. I wasn’t ashamed of who I was nor who I was becoming to be.
It was like I was the caterpillar and I was changing and I would grieve the caterpillar parts that were dying and had to grow comfortable with the new butterfly pieces that came in their place.
I left my old caterpillar ways…and had to learn how to maneuver life as a butterfly.
What I know for sure, for me, is that I need to see me in my past, see me in my present, see what inside of me needs transformation and what needs to totally die.
I couldn't hide and build a butterfly me. I had to see.
I would have liked there to be an etiquette book on how to navigate the rough waters of exiting a dysfunctional family and knowing how it feels and what would happen as you go from the inside of a family to the outskirts.
How to leave abuse, is how to leave a family…
It isn’t comfortable and there is no cocoon. You are in the open and vulnerable for pot shots that many aim at you trying to shut you up and protect the family’s dark legacy.
And even more importantly, I wanted proof or evidence of my sanity. I wanted there to be a blueprint of undoing the affects of being abused. With so many turning away or not agreeing with me, it was a place for me to have my say. I didn’t keep parts hidden away; I shared all of me, for there wasn’t a part of me that was too dirty or shameful for me not to see.
It is my humble belief, if you can’t bear to see your self, you will want to remain hidden from others. But, if you have the courage to really really look at yourself and all the cracks and crevices you will find a very interesting and intriguing life.
You will see how you took that path or formed that opinion or learned to believe this or that. You will discover a life that you will never ever want to cover up again and go back to live in a small dark space of unknowing.
I M Perfect lady 