A caterpillar in a cocoon dissolves into a sort of living soup, made up of “imaginal cells” which is no longer a caterpillar and not yet something new. Perhaps this moment in time, this time of “cocooning” is a time for us to dissolve into something that is neither old nor new, but has the potential for something new and bold and better. Perhaps this is a time to imagine and work towards new possibilities, things that always seemed impossible, because you know, the impossible has already happened.