Dancing with butterflies

Transformation isn’t loud.

It’s quiet.

It’s the tremble before the wing.

It’s the stillness before the becoming.

We don’t rush a butterfly out of its cocoon —we witness.

We hold space.

We trust the unfolding.

Maybe you’re there too —

In the pause,in the push,in the stretch between who you were and who you're becoming.

Let it be tender.

Let it be true.

You’re not breaking down.

You’re breaking through. 🦋