Metamorphosis is a biological process by which an animal physically develops after birth or hatching.
Metamorphism is the solid-state recrystalization of pre-existing rocks due to changes in physical and chemical conditions, primarily heat, pressure, and the introduction of chemically active fluids.
“It seems like it has always been going on. Since my eyes opened to the dream of life, it seemed that there was a great quest to undertake. My mind full of ten thousand questions, and my heart full of a mysterious longing, I set out from my inner world with my dreams as my guide. They lead me to the ambitious steel canyons of New York City, and the race of time, money, and the business of being made. Looking back, I know that when I moved here I was still a girl. I missed my parents, and wrote them letters about it. I listened to all my favorite music to comfort myself, and read over my old journals to steel my nerve. I was The Fool taking steps onto a very major road on my journey, and I knew it. My first month in Manhattan I tattooed wings on my back, and tied ribbons and feathers in my hair. I walked down Broadway during a lightning storm and let the rain and thunder wash over me. The metamorphosis had begun.
Nearly a decade later, I burn both ends of my candle into the night as I follow the winding path of my dreams. The blind ambition of childhood has slowly burned away to hot coals of the love of creation for no other reason than the call of the muse. I had to learn the hard way that friends are more important that record sales, and that the most important thing is to bring through songs from spirit, and to not be shy about it. I have learned so much, but the pressures of deadlines, dates, and the stars are still all around me. In many ways, they are the vehicle that earths dreaming through the spires and rooftops of this city. If you choose to live in New York City, you are choosing her pace, her rhythm. A part of her heart beats in your chest, and for carrying her life she rewards you.
Ask any of my closest friends, and they will tell you that my quest has intensified this year. I have been writing song upon song about my journey into dreams that have turned into enough material for a full length album. All winter long, I sequestered myself, and took to my task like an alchemist. Songs about spirit creatures, nightmares, loss, love, gods, and longing poured through me, and tossed me onto the shores of summer worn out and bleary eyed. Summer however, decided that I wasn’t done yet. There were a few more songs to be finished…and one would tell the story from beginning to end…
How does one write a song for the butterflies? How could we ever hope to know what they experience? How could we imagine such a change? Does the caterpillar dream of flight, and decided to go into a dream so deep within her cocoon that she grows wings? These are the questions I ask my self as summer winds away, and the burning in my soul continues on. I heard the first strains of the song for the butterflies at sunrise in a forest filled with laughter at midsummer. I had the overwhelming feeling that we are all undergoing a great change along with the planet, and that the heat, pressure, and spirit fire are making something new. I tried to imagine what we will become, what a caterpillar feels like before weaving her cocoon. The call to flight and transformation must be overwhelming. As the pressure of the cocoon and the chemicals in her body slowly dissolve her form, does she wonder if she will make it through the ordeal? Perhaps.
And so, although I am no expert on transmutational-metamophosizing-moments, I feel that I’ve had my fare share—especially in the past year. I have also watched the people around me shift, stretch, bend, and mutate into their own versions of their own dream selves. It’s happening all around us. Think about it, isn’t it happening to you too? And so, while I dance, sing, and pray away the final weeks of summer in a desert filled with the fires of change, I will finish the song for the butterflies—the song for all of us.
We are all butterflies.”
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