the other day I read about goo. specifically the interval of goo a caterpillar goes through before becoming a butterfly. the magic inbetween where transformation occurs that goes invisible to the outside world. it is only if you look inside the chrysalis, you’ll find a decomposed mess of neither caterpillar nor butterfly and yet somehow, something is happening.

this version of goo has been sitting with me for some weeks now while I ponder the ramifications of what it means, not only for myself but for the world around me. the world i am part of, the lives that i touch upon, all the things, light and dark, inside and out, physical and immaterial.

we use a fancy word like metamorphosis, we describe the awe of transformation and simply, sometimes, it is just goo…a process that we must undergo in order to seek another way of being. sometimes that is a way of moving. sometimes that is a way of thinking. and mostly, at its simplest form, a way of being. And so it begins. before we even know it, we start to look for ways to help us out of one way and into another.

the goo is good.