To honor life is to embrace its transitions, the stages in between. It’s the daily practice, the occasional setback, the grey days. Evolution happens slowly, hidden within the cocoon where the chrysalid remains invisible to the sight.

But to evolve, to metamorphose, one has to dare to show up every day, to be patient, and to trust that there will be another stage; to live life as many and multiple, and not just one. To desire to go beyond a straight line. To have the certainty of death and yet the desire to forever be alive.

I have back on repeat “History of the future” by The Black Angels