Why CeruleanButterfly?

The name of this site comes from my own personal beliefs. Butterflies have always been a source of fascination for me and, I've recently discovered, a sort of metaphor for my life. It begins its existence as a fat, crawling worm, eating everything in site with no real sense of purpose, only to eat and eat as much as possible until the very leaf on which it was born bends and bows with its heavy burden. Then this bloated, creeping, deplorable creature squirms its way to the top of of a plant--stem bending as if to kiss the ground or break and crash to the uncaring dirt below. It spins a cocoon, a hard chrysillis, out of nothing but its own body fats and fluids. There it stays, eating itself alive inside the hollow shell, transforming its bulbous, imperfect body until it tears open the cocoon and pulls itself out--slowly, painfully--and then it stands, naked and shivering, beneath a new and foreign sun. It spreads its fragile, paper-thin wings and rises weightlessly into the sky...light, free.

I am not yet a butterfly, but no longer a caterpillar. Ana is my cocoon, and when she is through transforming me, I can be as free and light as the cerulean butterfly.