After months of hiatus, the halfnakedporcupine is back with a few more quills removed. It has been quite a while and my blog page beckoned out of neglect.
This musing is about caterpillars and butterflies. I have always wondered how butterflies transform from itchy caterpillars into pretty creatures of flight. A serendipity in a day had me chance upon a curious caterpillar. Curious because unlike the usual ones that are commonly found, this one seemed to carry a brush on its back. Perhaps these will eventually mutate into pretty wings for a butterfly.
One of my favorite books in life in entitled "Hope For The Flowers" about two butterflies, Stripes and Yellow and their encounters in climbing a caterpillar pillar. Friendship and love evolved between these two but not without the struggles of sense of self, of separation, of holding ground to what one believes in. In the end, it is in the pain of becomming butterflies that they were able to fly beyond the pillars and realize that for all the sacrifices of climbing, there is really nothing on top of those pillar.
As to my serendipity caterpillar, only he knows where he is headed or what pains he went through to deserve the brush on his back. Perhaps today, he is now a full pledged butterfly fluttering about with a fusion of colors on his wings. But on that day that he went about crawling on a wall, the purpose of his being touched another creature's soul. Serendipity indeed.
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