When I began what I now consider to be my calling and my career (even if my path doesn’t quite fit into the conventional notion of one), I was working with a Spanish language tutor (my friend, Gloria). Gloria delighted in pointing out the words she really loved – words which rolled off the tongue and really spoke of their true meanings…encanta, gusta, gloriosa…mariposa. I loved and still love that word –mariposa– – it so magically conveys the fragility and vulnerability of the cocoon-state, but also contains the delightful freedom of the future-unfurling insect within. And then there is the symbolism of renewal, rebirth and transformation contained in that word and the creature so-named. The word “mariposa” even has a circular quality when spoken – mari-posa mari-posa – like a rondo’s conclusion seamlessly reuiniting with its beginning, or an incantation reinforcing itself with each new utterance. So, I felt this word and this idea were at the heart of my new creative undertaking: ideas + vision + raw materials + hope, incubated and released, making room for a new round of work, all the while being nourished by the recurring nature of the process.
I have alluded in other posts to a transition away from my creative immersion into a new phase of work. That change signaled a metamorphosis – a movement beyond the cocoon. The notion of the “return” is still a part of my process, but the embrace expands to include something larger – as if I have taken flight, still searching, but firmly on the path – and each creative act is a reunion of self with the enormous potential of the cosmos and a chance to dance with star-dust. It is humbling to realize through all of this that I am a finite container on the third planet from the sun, situated within a vast solar system, engulfed by an even more impossibly-large galaxy, in a sea of galaxies filling the unfathomable universe….and butterflies are still free.