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? 🦋 “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”
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