06/11/2025
The Cocoon and The Wings
Standing in this butterfly sanctuary in Anton Valley, surrounded by creatures who understand transformation better than any book or teacher ever could, something inside me softened and broke open, not with grief, but with the kind of recognition that only comes when you finally see yourself reflected in nature's wisdom.
Butterflies don't resist the cocoon.
They surrender to it.
They allow themselves to completely dissolve, cells breaking down, form dissolving into something unrecognizable, trusting that on the other side of that darkness, there will be wings.
And isn't that what we're all learning?
That transformation requires us to let go of who we've been.
To sit in the uncertainty.
To trust the unraveling even when we can't see what's forming.
The last few years have been my cocoon.
Menopause.
Returning to travel after years of staying still.
Finding my beloved and learning how to build a life that moves with me instead of against me. Weaving song & sound healing into my work.
Returning to my gypsy soul while growing roots at the same time.
None of it felt graceful.
Most of it felt messy.
But standing here, watching butterflies land on leaves and lift off again, I finally understand: the cocoon isn't punishment. It's preparation.
And maybe we don't need to have it all figured out.
Maybe we just need to trust that when the time comes, we'll know how to fly.
This place reminded me that nature doesn't rush transformation.
Neither should we.
Where do you feel yourself in the cocoon right now? And what wings are waiting to unfold?
Much love
Cherie Ashana 💗🦋