
Marinade
January 18, 2008Some days, she felt more raw than others, her whole being tenderized in a lightless bath of delicious waiting. A feast would begin soon, all chandeliers and heat and laughter and toasting, but until then, she had to remain content in the dark.
Every beautiful butterfly comes out of a dark cocoon. In that darkness of waiting we find things we can not see but must come to know.
Kären, so true. It’s just hard, I think, to stay in that cocoon until it’s ready to give way to the new life.