Too long have I huddled within a cocoon. Now I grant myself the freedom to spread my wings. I emerge, whole, new, dazzling.
Unknowing, I lay in darkness, senseless until a shattering blow cracked my grotesque armor. Shimmering light streams through the dark. Mystified, I wonder: Did I grow this protective shell; or did silt wash over me, collecting debris, winding around my struggling limbs?
Searching hands have reached within the muck from time to time and still, I remained trapped, amid the accumulated tangled mess woven around me. Now I raise my arms and claw at what has gripped me. I feel myself rising. Wind buffets against me. What once ensnared me falls away.
It’s the sixth day of the twenty-seventh month of My Year Without Complaining. Life continues, unfolding, exhilarating, filled with promise.
Corinne, you write so eloquently. I am so glad I have rediscovered this blog.
Welcome back! I missed you!