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”