The hungry caterpillar

I moved through a slow, inversion yoga practice Saturday. By chance, I got a warm bask of sunshine in the chest opening poses from the third floor bath window. My practice included headstands and handstands. Not terrible for a rusty yogi. These are the days I really would like to know that I'm going to live. I can see how I'll manage, cope and recover. But I'd like to know I'm going to live. For the first few weeks, I thought of this process as a reverse butterfly - moving back through the coccoon to the caterpillar. I am starting to like the visualization that it is Saturday (it's just a stomachache). The next day is Sunday again and all I need is a few green leaves and a few weeks tucked away while a (amazing/medical/magical/life-altering) transformation happens.