When I cling to what no longer fits…
When I grip identities that ache to die…
When I fear the endings I know are coming…
I remember Him.
Shiva — wild-eyed, wide-still.
The dancer in the fire.
The silence at the center of collapse.
The god who breaks so that truth can rise.
He doesn’t ask me to hold it together.
He asks me to let go.
To trust the burn.
To find beauty in the unraveling.
To become empty enough for rebirth.
Today, I call on you, Mahadeva.
May I meet every ending with your grace.
May I release with dignity, not drama.
May I remember that destruction is not punishment —
but a sacred preparation.
“I surrender what no longer serves.”
“I am willing to rebuild.”
“I carry the fire.”
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In moments of release, there is nothing more potent than surrendering to the unknown.
Transformation isn’t easy. It’s a raw, uncomfortable process.
But in that rawness, we find ourselves.
We carve space for what’s truly meant for us.
Sometimes, you don’t need to figure it all out alone.
If you’re in a moment of release, transition, or sacred burning — I see you. I’ve been there.
🌿 Book a 1:1 session with me, and let’s walk through the fire together.
We’ll hold space for what’s leaving, honor what’s rising, and call in what’s next — from the soul.
✨ Let’s move through this transformation with grace, trust, and purpose.
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Let the burn be a bridge.
And on the other side? Rebirth. 🌿🕉️
