The stuff of life

The "Goo" inside the cocoon, or egg~
THAT is the stuff of life.

Complex molecules and proteins,
Building an unseen structure...
Which will crawl, or walk, or fly- some day.

The goo is actually sacred.
Perhaps not holy, but sinless thus far.
A sticky, salty, slush which perpetuates life.
Including the eggs which the fox consumed~

Wriggling in my own cocoon-

Wet, slimy, and waiting. I wonder,

Will I have wings, or will I remain a worm?

Will I drink nectar, or will I digest the rot of the forest?

Both jobs are important and necessary.

Splendor is in the eye of the Beholder~

A Butterfly becomes such at the mid point of it's life...

Lovely to think of, isn't it?

Our years of marching on the ground, eating leaves, and gobbling up milkweed,

Next a time of retreat into a shell and then waiting.

We dissolve into the goo from which we came,

And emerge as a creature who gives life.

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Only in it's winged form can a butterfly reproduce.

And the "Goo" is in her eggs :)

Becoming a butterfly is fine enough,
But I'd rather be a bird of prey-

(I was not holding the bird in this photo, but I did take the shot :)

A hawk, an Eagle, an owl...
Terror of the sky, AND the maker of a warm feathered nest.



My outer shell is hardening.
The goo dissipates as the structure inside is almost completed.
Breaking out is a struggle.
The "stuff of life" has made me who I am~

And staying put is not an option. Not if I intend to soar~

And I do.

My 4yr old nephew, Asher, is spending a few hours with me everyday this week. We have the privilege of meeting up after pre-school, having lunch together, going to the park, or just sitting at my house and watching Tom and Jerry.

Warning: He is delightful.

Today when I picked him up at pre-school he asked me, very nicely, if we could play on the shool playground for a few minutes before going back to my house. It was a gorgeous day and I told him we could stay for 10 minutes. He climbed up the monkey bars, and went down the slide, jumped off of things that should have broken bones (he bounced instead), and started a dinosaur dig.

We left the school and stopped by Burger King. The day was too pretty to stay inside so we went over to a local park to have lunch. On the way there

Winter in Xzanadu

A rushing arctic wind blows past, but the cottonwood tree, stretching out over my porch...her dead pods and leaves do not stir, for they are frozen.
My whole forest stands still, like a brave naked army before the Ice King, standing up tall and solid in their ranks before the frigid enemy.
They may be coated in ice, they may lose their limbs, some may fall in the bitter onslaught, but the defense of Xzanadu will hold. 
The heat of the heart of their queen rests inside a humble abode, whispering prayers which freeze in thr air as she blesses her forest, yet still, her voice makes it's way heavenward.
No ill will befall this place as long as she lives and her love is here.
(Or so I dearly hope!)

I've also got taps running and cabinets along the main waterline open to keep them warm.
It's going to be more like a winter-frozen land ♡