It could be a dead leaf, clinging on when all the others are gone, but it isn’t. It’s a butterfly, minus a little bit of time.
What in your life looks like an old remnant, but is really the promise of things to come?
2 thoughts on “Chrysalis”
This is not a chrysalis. It is an praying mantis egg mass. The hatchlings come out in the spring if no large strong creature hasn’t destroyed them. I am pretty sure that it is from a Chinese mantis. Surely some gardener who uses mantises for pest control would know for certain. Hope you can get the spiritual from the “scientific” as I think that may be one of the main things that UUism is about?
Over the years, I have painted watercolors, oils, some acrylics, Chinese brush painting….and in the process have mixed and matched my store of brushes even though, at times, they were not the appropriate ones (according to the commercial world!). I am contemplating (truthfully, I am hesitating and making excuses) painting again after the muse has left me. When I start again, I will find that my brushes are like old friends; some new, some fairly new; some middle aged but still very useful for a variety of different chores and some that are just like an old tree sprig with a few little hairs suck on the end (but also useful!). I actually have great affection for these old friends because they have seen me though struggles and successes and without them I wouldn’t have painted at all.
This is not a chrysalis. It is an praying mantis egg mass. The hatchlings come out in the spring if no large strong creature hasn’t destroyed them. I am pretty sure that it is from a Chinese mantis. Surely some gardener who uses mantises for pest control would know for certain. Hope you can get the spiritual from the “scientific” as I think that may be one of the main things that UUism is about?
Over the years, I have painted watercolors, oils, some acrylics, Chinese brush painting….and in the process have mixed and matched my store of brushes even though, at times, they were not the appropriate ones (according to the commercial world!). I am contemplating (truthfully, I am hesitating and making excuses) painting again after the muse has left me. When I start again, I will find that my brushes are like old friends; some new, some fairly new; some middle aged but still very useful for a variety of different chores and some that are just like an old tree sprig with a few little hairs suck on the end (but also useful!). I actually have great affection for these old friends because they have seen me though struggles and successes and without them I wouldn’t have painted at all.