Dear Moth Girl,
Don't worry.
You will not be lost, and what makes you you will also not be lost. Remember, change happens to be born often here and quickly too; you will labor through it: exhaling uncertains and gasping for newness, appreciative of the water, though (knowing you) keeping one eye focused on the distant, solid ground. In the end, you may even take flight! But you won't know until Outcome reveals herself.
Try to be mindful, no matter what happens. Even if the form of you becomes the unrecognizable, glaring back at you in the mirror (as sometimes happens to the best of us); even then, you - who has the potential to recall the fragrance of the timeless lotus flower- will remain familiar and recognizable to those who love you.
So, don't worry.
Change is.
In Egypt, I loved the perfume of the lotus. A flower would bloom in the pool at dawn, filling the entire garden with a blue musk so powerful it seemed that even the fish and ducks would swoon. By night, the flower might wither, but the perfume lasted. Fainter and fainter, but never quite gone. Even many days later, the lotus remained in the garden. Months would pass and a [moth] would alight near the spot where the lotus had bloomed, and its essence was released again, momentary but undeniable.
(from The Red Tent by Anita Diamant)
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There are parts of me that are mainstays of my personality these days that never would have had a chance to bloom if not for those two girls sleeping in the other room, here.
Change is. It's true. And once he arrives, change will be that only constant. But good news! He sleeps a lot at first. You'll still have some quiet... somewhere...
And when it's noisy and he's up and you want him to be in bed, just remember... it could be worse! He could still be in your tummy!
Oh! And I loved The Red Tent.
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