Snakes outgrow their skin. So do lizards and caterpillars.
Humans outgrow their world views, their self-imposed confinements made up of
beliefs and ideas, theories and frameworks of thought. Growth happens no matter
what. If we don’t shed the old, we become contorted or even die.
Right now, I feel as though I’m outgrowing my way of being
in the world. The edges are beginning to fray. I’m not quite uncomfortable, but
I have a sense it will soon be time to shed this old skin. I’ve been through
this before. Many times. This time I’m paying attention. This time I’m honoring
the process itself.
Every day the butterflies flutter about the yard. They feed
on the many milkweed plants. They chase one another. They lay their eggs. I
watch them morph from caterpillar to chrysalis to butterfly. I enter into their
process in order to understand mine.
The snake grows, but its skin does not. It can only stretch
so far. The process of ridding itself of the old skin begins when it secretes a
fluid between the new and old skin. This helps to loosen the old one. Once this
process is done, the snake must shed its skin within a day or two or the fluid
will harden, and it will be unable to shed. The snake can die.
If anything stops the process of growth, death, the ultimate
transformation, may happen. Holding onto the old stagnates us. We may not
physically die, but life will lose its vibrancy, and we become the walking
dead.
Years ago, I wasn’t aware how important this inner growth
process was to my life. Sometimes I actively thwarted it because I didn’t like
the discomfort. But always, I became even more uncomfortable. If I still did
nothing, I became numb.
Shedding the old and growing is necessary. It’s
uncomfortable. There is an element of danger if things don’t go well. This time
I embrace it. It’s scary because I don’t know what my life will look like afterwards
though I have glimpses because the new is there waiting to be set free.
The butterfly lives inside the caterpillar. The snake’s new
skin is fully formed and ready to contain the coming growth beneath the old. We
need to allow the process. It’s like giving birth. There are things we can do,
but then there comes a time when we just need to let go. We can free ourselves
if we surrender to the process.
Let go and become.
“In the name of the bee
And of the butterfly
And of the breeze, amen!”
~Emily Dickinson, from Summer’s Obsequies
