Magic Moments With Shannon
- shannonmindbodywel
- Nov 12, 2025
- 4 min read
2025 has been an insane year so far. I feel like the past 6 months have been extra intense, which caused me to tune to my spirituality again to help me get through it.
I’ve been going through some health problems that intensified starting in June. It started out I was thinking that I was burnt out and my nervous system was jacked from working too much, then thinking I had reinjuried an old spinal injury, but turns out I have a genetic connective tissue disorder. My joints dislocate now on a daily basis and could happen at any given moment, doing anything, even something as simple as getting out of bed. I have dislocated an elbow, my rib dislocated putting a hoodie on, and the list goes on…
Right before the 4th of July, I had dislocated both of my shoulders and during the following couple weeks, I couldn’t use them at all. They would dislocate every time I washed or brushed my hair. I was really not in a good place. I was still trying to keep my mary poppins positivity, but I couldn't do anything and could barely hold my water glass. I had to tune inward and turn to my spirituality to get me through the tough times.
During this time period when all this started to happen and my health started to take a turn for the worse- I would meditate, I would envision myself in a cocoon, in the midst of a transformation. My outer world felt like that also, going through a complete life transformation but really in the thick of it. This lasted for MONTHS. I was trying to wait as patiently as I could. Daily, I would meditate and see this cocoon. A few months in, I was feeling impatient because I had felt changes and was wondering how close I was to that damn butterfly. I had poked the smallest pin holes in to try to get a glimpse in to see the progress. No luck. Just muck. I knew I had to just wait. I’m down for it, I trust in the universe.
Fast forward a couple more months and I had kept feeling like I was so close this whole time and right after the solar eclipse ended and some wild moon energy I was meditating and out of nowhere, I heard the loudest and clearest CRACK. I can’t even describe the noise. It felt like every single cell in my body heard the crack. I knew it the second it happened. My cocoon had cracked. Here we goooo. I finished the meditation, and went to bed excited to see what the universe was going to bring.
The next morning, I woke up super early and was going to fix my one nail that I smudged the previous day. I set up the blankets all around the couch, and put some papers on the end table to protect it while starting to paint the nail. Don’t you know, a few seconds in, I drop the brush applicator, it ping pongs and bounces from the couch to the table and then slipped perfectly in a tiny ass gap between the two, hitting the end table bottom shelf which catapulted the brush under the couch. What the flying fuck is going on here I mutter as I crawl under the couch at 5am (still half asleep) , I pull out the brush and it had a ton of my hairs wrapped around clinging on for dear life. Damn it. This is what I get for doing my nails, as I stare at this hairy nail applicator debating whether or not I should toss it. Then I had an idea of wiping the whole applicator with a paper towel. I tried it, and it worked perfectly. I set down the paper towel, and BOOM! There was a perfect image of a butterfly in black nail polish on the napkin. It was a sign. I KNEW my cocoon had cracked! This was the confirmation that made it even more amazing.
🪶 Spiritual Meaning of Cocoons
Transformation through solitude: Cocoons represent a sacred pause—a time of retreat, reflection, and restructuring before stepping into a new phase.
Letting go of the old self: Spiritually, they symbolize shedding outdated habits, beliefs, or identities to prepare for renewal.
Trust in the unseen process: Inside the cocoon, the caterpillar dissolves and reforms. This mirrors how growth often happens invisibly before it’s revealed.
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