January 18, 2008

Some 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.


  1. 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.

  2. 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.

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