I read once, that when a caterpillar forms a chrysalis, it actually turns into a pile of goo before it reforms as a butterfly. I've been feeling a lot like that lately, like a big pile of goo, waiting to transform. Like I'm just in a middle stage of uncertainty....with so much excitement and fear about what's ahead.

I was sitting in my midwives' office yesterday, waiting for my appointment, when a giant moth (or...butterfly? Hard to say..) flew out of nowhere and landed on my belly. I started to cry a little bit, in a double-rainbow kind of way...(what does this mean?), or possibly in just a pregnant lady emotional kind of way...

It was an especially poignant moment, because I've been really into painting butterfly type things, lately; odd transformational images with wings and bugs and colorful bits. 

So I suppose that's why it I felt like this butterfly-moth visitor seemed to carry with it a message that I was on the right track. It felt like a gentle way of reminding me that things are opening up and transforming in a way I can't predict or plan for. That maybe it's ok to just relax into this gooey time , and maybe, just maybe..it's all going to be ok.