I'm sitting in a new place. New.
I've Changed from the Old and have found a New.
I like it. I really do like it. So much that I may even use the word Love.
So soon?
Yeah.
It didn't come fast enough. I Love this Spot.
This New place has a Meeting spot all to myself. I can get to it whenever I wish, with whomever and at no one else's dispense.
I plan to have great Meetings here. Whether with a person, people, or just alone... but not really alone.
That one is my favorite. Alone but not Alone.
These Meetings lead up to all the rest, I hope.
This New place has a Meeting Spot. It is ushering in Change. A Change from the Old into the New.
A Change from what I Was to what I'll Become.
This place is weaving itself into my Cocoon.
The Place sustains the Change, shoulders it's weight being thrashed by the Winds, the Hunter, the Rains, the Coldness, the Heat, and the Noise.
"Watch me. I'm making a Cocoon.
It looks like I'm hiding, I know, but a cocoon is no escape.
It's an in-between house where the change takes place.
During the change, it will seem to you or to anyone who might peek that nothing is happening- but [You are] already becoming."*
All is moving at a rate I cannot catch up with.
Change is its Master.
My mind is saying, "Here we are again, lets do what we're best at. Panic. Be a Human. Feel it."
My heart is saying, "No. Feel it, but deal with it... as God leads you along."
My Head and my Chest are splitting.
Finally.
This Cocoon is going to Morph them together.
Finally.
*Hope for the Flowers by Trina Paulus
