This image is of a cocoon that appeared on my balcony these days. And cocoon is a word that became very frequent in my vocabulary in 2020. All the oracles, from astrology to several tarot cards, recommended me to stick myself in a cocoon for a while, because something needed to transform inside me. My intuition resonated strongly with these oracles, and so I did.

And what a ride of transformation...! Metamorphosis comes, etymologically, from changing or going beyond form. Well, in that time of cocoon my way of being in the world changed radically - from the root. Changes in how I felt, saw myself, people, life and the world produced changes in how I acted in this world. It was a beautiful and profound process in which I submerged for almost an entire year. And then this little cocoon appeared on the porch...

Every time I watered a little plant that lived in front of the cocoon, it wiggled around when the water droplets reached it. It was kind of our daily conversation, I played the music of the water and it danced... until one day, after a few days of rain, I went back there and the cocoon, which used to be green and dancing, it was grey and completely still. I, who don't understand much about biology, didn't understand if that was normal, or if there was something wrong with the cocoon. And actually, my point here has nothing to do with that understanding, but with another understanding that came to me at the time... The possibility that the cocoon has an expiration date! It's not a place to live, it's a temporary home... And if we don't take the risk of stretching out of that safe comfort, we can die, real or metaphorically.

In the case of the butterfly, there are a few different moments of transformation, from the insatiable caterpillar that devours everything in sight (organic farmers out there will know this), to giving up eating and hiding in the cocoon, to letting a giant transformation happen, that will totally end everything the caterpillar knows as itself, to venture out of the cocoon, testing that new body up to then completely unknown, without any guarantees...

I find this allegory very rich in meaning. Can you relate to any of these moments? Are you greedily devouring everything offered to you (information, shopping, drugs, sex, money, food, “followers”), believing that's what life is about and gorging yourself like there's no tomorrow? Or are you disappointed with overeating, not seeing the sense of it all, rather wanting to stop the cicle? Or maybe you're feeling an internal mess, which arouses more anxiety than understanding about the immensity of the transformation that's happening? Or maybe it's time to continue transforming yourself in contact with the air outside the cocoon, in the constant transmutation in relationship that we call life...?

Whatever the moment of your metamorphosis, a yes to change helps immensely. And, in my case, my time in the cocoon taught me in practice what I already knew conceptually, that change starts within. ... in the centre that is beyond (meta) form (morphosis).