the sacred process of 𝓤𝓷𝓫𝓮𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓰.
We will all face moments of 𝓤𝓷𝓫𝓮𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓰.
Where the familiar begins to crumble,
where the edges of who you’ve been dissolve into something unrecognisable.
Where we can no longer see where we end and where we begin.
Where the path ahead is unlit, unclear and all we have is trust.
In these moments, we find ourselves burdened with two choices:
To willingly 𝓼𝓾𝓻𝓻𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻…
Or to resist, clinging to hold life in place,
as if 𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀 could preserve us,
as if 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭 could protect us.
Yet deep in the 𝗽𝗶𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 is a knowing
that nothing in the natural world can remain unchanged.
Even a seed, safe within its shell, must surrender to cracking
open before it can take root.
It must then push through resistance to reach the light.
Not because it is defective.
But because it was always destined to 𝓾𝓷𝓫𝓮𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮.
And so are 𝔂𝓸𝓾.
Our suffering was never a prerequisite for transformation.
It is only born of grasping, resisting, holding on
a final attempt to oppose a river that is already flowing.
Yet a river 𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗯𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁.
A river 𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗯𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗻𝗲𝗱.
It can only be met
with the quiet knowing that life is always moving us forward,
even when we cannot yet see where it is taking us.
We can choose to drown in it
or to swim.
It was never meant to be perfect.
And not every moment was meant to be understood.
Life does not pause for us.
It is happening in all moments, through us, and all around us
whether we resist it or fight it.
Every soul we will ever encounter will stand at the edge of themselves,
feeling the weight of their own baggage and untruth.
We are not alone in the 𝘂𝗻𝗯𝗲𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗴.
A journey we all take - one that was never meant to isolate us, but unite us.
Yet in our amnesia, we came to know ourselves as separate notes, scattered through time.
Believing we are not chords in the same symphony
where each note playing its part,
each sounding its key.
Deep within, we each carry the same longing to remember
what we were always meant to be.
We confused the journey with chasing happiness.
But the destination was always to 𝓪𝔀𝓪𝓴𝓮𝓷.
To remember the 𝓽𝓻𝓾𝓽𝓱
We thought that peace was found in commanding the tides,
rather than in our steadiness within them.
We thought it was found in perfection
not in our willingness to be 𝓹𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓮𝓷𝓽 for all of it
The messiness, the breaking, the mending, the undoing, the unbecoming.
All this time, we needed only to allow life itself to shape us.
move us, refine us, dissolve us,
until all that remains is the essence of what we truly are.
And in that essence…
We realise we have always been right here
We only needed the 𝓮𝔂𝓮𝓼 𝓽𝓸 𝓼𝓮𝓮.
So 𝓼𝓾𝓻𝓻𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻.
Let the old fall away.
Let the fire burn.
Let the wave take what it must.
Not because you are broken.
Not because you are lost.
𝓑𝓾𝓽 𝓫𝓮𝓬𝓪𝓾𝓼𝓮 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓻𝓮𝓶𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓼 𝓲𝓼
𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓽𝓻𝓾𝓽𝓱 𝓸𝓯 𝔀𝓱𝓸 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓽𝓻𝓾𝓵𝔂 𝓪𝓻𝓮.
It’s time to remember.
Keep loving & shining brightly.
Jen
Artist Vanessa Horabuena