Musings from a Cocoon

by Cecily Lynch--

I am warm, I am curled up, I am in a dream world. Sounds are muted. The City of Cork lies quiet outside my window. My brain waves are low and thought comes slowly. The frantic pace of life has quietened to the coziness of a duvet day.

I am cocooned. I am like a hibernating creature of the woods, eyes vacant, pulse low, breath even and regular.

But a cocoon is a place of change. In this somnolent state, great movements take place in the body, mind and soul. My spirit expands in this world shielded from the strife and toil of life. As the insect hibernates and emerges into a beautiful butterfly, so too I grow and expand, changing and developing. Green shoots are growing, there is a feeling of an imminent bursting forth.

When it is time to emerge from my cocoon, I feel confident that I will win the Miss World prize, the Booker prize and, of course, Mensa membership at the very least!

Things have changed utterly. I will not limp along as I have done up to now, but I will fly on butterfly wings.