Yo Soy La Mariposa

I’m sitting in Suchiche cafe in Tarapoto, Peru.
Through google translate, I’ve ordered myself an Americano Misto.
No hazelnut flavouring and regular milk will do.
As my mother sends me a photo where she stands in the coffee shop I’ve been employed at on Haida Gwaii.
I dreamed last night of making lattés.
I wonder where my life will go after these next 18 days.
The life of a butterfly means transformation.
I’ve been many butterflies.
I’m resting now.
Beginning to weave my cocoon.
Soon I will be wrapped tightly inside.
No contact with the outside world.
For 15 days.
There, with assistance, I will go deep into myself.
I will be faced with my fears.
I will remove the blockages from my clear channel.
I will be shown what I already know.
I will make choices.
I will trust.
What kind of butterfly do I want to be?
What butterfly will make me the most happy?

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“If I just wait for my butterfly to land on my shoulder, if fate brings us back together, this time I will not retire to sleep and take care of that butterfly”