Tuesday, September 14, 2010
The snakes had outgrown their skins and, without much fuss or anxiety that I'm aware of, had simply discarded them and moved on with their lives. I'm sure it must have itched a little as it came off and possibly even left the snake with a few tender spots for a day or two, but I didn't see any dead snakes entrapped in their shedding skins so all must be well in their world.
Isn't that the way it should be with us as well? Snakes are said to transmute their forms which isn't quite the same as transform. To transmute means to switch it up, so to speak. To evolve in some way. I wonder just how many times have I stayed where I am, resisting the urge to evolve. Keeping myself small because I'm afraid of a little discomfort if I step forward into a more powerful version of myself.
I looked at my plants transformed from an enthusiastic tangle of branches to a tightly shaped bush ready to grow again, then looked at the snake skins. The snakes were done with their old forms, they had transmuted into new forms. There was no going back for them. They were totally committed to their new lives.
I realize that is what I'm being asked to do. This world is ready and patiently waiting for me to step into my power and live to my potential. Living small is not helping anyone, least of all myself. I will move forward, that's a given as nature has control, but will it be a bold and joyful transmutation or digging my heels in, kicking and screaming. The choice is mine.