The Caterpillar on my morning soy drink

A Morning Pause with a Caterpillar: A Lesson in Patience and Transformation

This morning, as I went about preparing my breakfast, grabbing a fresh pack of milk from the cabinet, I paused. On the back curve of the soya drink’s seal, nestled a tiny caterpillar, vibrant with shades of green and yellow. It immediately caught my attention.

I took a moment to register the sight. Then, stepping outside, I kept my eyes on my new little friend. There, in the stillness of the morning, I felt like it was speaking to me. It whispered a message: Wait. Don’t rush. There’s beauty in patience.

As I stood on the terrace in Busot, Spain, trying to decide where to place my caterpillar companion, my eyes fell on my budding papaya plants—my pride and joy, freshly sprouted from tiny seeds. I had a small plastic cup filled with water for their growth, but as you can imagine, a thick leaf was floating in the water, and I decided to use it to gently slide my new caterpillar off the soya drink’s seal.

At first, it seemed to resent the disturbance. It looked up at me, clearly insulted by the nudge, but I persisted. Slowly, it inched its way onto the glass table, and I placed the leaf over it, sheltering it with a small plastic cup to protect it from the birds.

Now, I find myself wondering: how long will it take for this little creature to undergo its transformation? How long until it emerges from its cocoon as a beautiful butterfly?

In that quiet morning moment, I was reminded that transformation, whether in nature or within ourselves, takes time. It’s a journey that asks for patience, nurturing, and, sometimes, a little bit of gentle guidance.




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