In 2011, after the second time around of full cancer treatments, and feeling an enormous sense of transformation, I was asked to elaborate on what I meant by ‘ morphing into a new manifestation’?
This is a very interesting inquiry into the process of transformation. I have always been intrigued by that moment of change – why in just that moment does the dyke open and waters run? Patanjali Yog Darshan (the handbook for yogis) tells us that it happens when everything needed to effect that change is supplied to the original state. The caterpillar will morph into the butterfly when all necessary conditions are met.
Prior to that emergence of new life, the caterpillar spends time inside its chrysalis - a period of transition.
As I undergo these allopathic healing treatments, I recognize I am in a time of transition; by nature it is one of uncertainty.
This uncertainty, scary at times as it may be, is actually a very important and essential part of our growth and evolution. It is a temporary stage – important to recognize that point and allow that these spaces of discomfort, confusion and fear are actually setting the stage for a new clarity and wisdom to emerge.
One characteristic of this uncertainty is that we have very little clue as to what kind of butterfly we will become – what if it is a moth? We are no longer in apparent control, we rest on very shaky ground desperately searching for something to hold on to. And this is where the discipline of practice enters the picture. In a recent earthquake, I instantly ran for the doorframe – that drill was in my head. Mind you, once there I realized I could actually go outside into the open. In the same way, our daily practices of awareness, whatever they be, from a morning sun-salutation to daily meditation, from chi-gung to moment to moment loving kindness, they give us that something to rest in until we see that we can metaphorically leap off the cliff and we will fly.
At heart this expansion process is mysterious; this is a good thing. We rarely can believe the wonders that lie in store upon awakening.
“Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack in everything
That's how the light gets in.”