honoring loss and inching towards new beginnings
The most beautiful thing in my home right now are these dying peach roses.
A reminder of the nature of cycles.
A seed is planted, watered and sunned. Blooming is an inevitable stage.
Blooming is full, bright and ravishingly loud. When the blooming recedes, a sort of letting go happens.
A curling of petals from softness to dry, airy brittleness invites a sacredness in. Reminding us that once what was beautiful cannot always last or sustain. The resting cycle beckons a quiet nurturing inside. On a deep cellular level.
Where the nutrition is only being delivered to the places that still exist. Until those places too, become a releasing.
The cycle does not end. It continues to move, ever slowly. The dying parts are composted into a fresh, new soil where the beauty does not disappear but instead becomes immortal as it lives on to nurture a new young, fresh seedling where thriving and beauty will blossom soon again.
As the new moon in taurus approaches I resist its invitation to begin again. But, then I am quietly reminded that beginnings do not mean you forget. Beginnings mean you can edge forward ever so slightly into a new way of feeling. A new way of being other than last hour. A new pleasure to savor. A new meaning to make. Because cycles are inevitable but the things we lose always have a way of coming back to us in the end.
… and of this a poem of honoring is born . . .
Honoring Loss and Inching Towards New Beginnings
Where do we go when a new beginning emerges?
from the bottom to the top,
from the top to the bottom…
when we fall to the bottom, from the top.
An inevitability as we move through.
Even when we are resistant, a new moon still approaches.
Earth moves in cycles.
As then do we.
From the bottom to the top,
from the top to the bottom.
There is a certain amount of depth required to start all over again,
from the top to the bottom.
from the bottom to the top.
A certain amount of surrender needed,
from the top to the bottom,
and again and again.
Letting go.
Death of things - identities, companions and thoughts.
A resentful truth emerges as this new moon approaches.
Endings of cycles can be quite painful as new beginnings beckon our magic.
What comfort lies in the understanding, that nothing is ever really “ours” to begin with.
An honoring of what was lossed becomes a beautiful beginning,
a comforting slow initiation to whatever will come next.
So we let go,
just a little . . .
and then again a little more.
With the gentle understanding that letting go doesn’t ever have to mean forgetting.
And the breath will always follow when the need for an ending to begin again returns.
If you’d like some additional support in letting go and inching towards a new beginning, book a 1:1 breathwork session or join a group event. I will create a gentle space to breathe, feel and get in touch with that regenerative phoenix deep inside of you <3