Trees shed their leaves, flowers shed their petals, insects shed their skins. Everything returns to the earth eventually, giving way to new life. A constant state of flux. Sprouting and growing and blooming. Withering and rotting and dying. We are all connected. Not just humans, but animals, plants, planets, and the earth - it’s all one beautiful, magical, terrifying web of interconnectedness. It cannot be separated. We cannot be separated. Yet we choose to live like we are. We choose to live in a way that is so distant, so disconnected, so deadened to the flow of life. Our existence confined within four walls. Every day the sun rises and sets. But we don’t see it. We’re so busy being distracted, so caught up in our drama, that we forget that we’re standing on a giant floating rock, spinning around in infinity. It all matters so much, yet none of it matters at all. “In every walk with nature one receives more than he seeks.” - John Muir 🌚🌱✨ 
I’ve spent so much of my life toing and froing, the pendulum of my heart swinging in opposite directions. Bad to good. Dark to light. Messy to clean. In my quest for stability and order, I’ve waged wars against the parts of me the crave carnality and indulgence, all the while struggling to suppress my appetite for anarchy and to crush my compulsion for chaos. I’ve shouldered the burden of my transgressions, my vices, and my unspoken desires, cursing them, and carrying them around like a shameful shadow. But my mess isn’t something that needs to be cleaned up. It isn’t something that needs to be locked down or shut away. And it isn’t something that needs to be excused or explained. Just like I can love my quiet and disciplined side, I can love my wild and naughty side too. I can embrace all parts of myself and love them equally. After all, they make me who I am. Can you say the same? ☯️🌓🖤 
So often we choose to stay in relationships that cause us to suffer. We fight, blame, curse, cry, hate, and break, over and over and over until we are nothing but an empty shell, a soulless and spiritless bag of bones, lifeless, and numb. Trapped in an endless cycle of clinging and forcing and waiting. Waiting for something to change, for something to improve, for something to come and wash away our resentment and rage and regret. We hold on to the idea that things can get better, will get better, have to get better. So we carry on. With our shaky, desperate hands, we pick up the pieces, sharp and dangerous, and attempt to put them back together. But they don’t look the same. The cracks are ugly, and no matter how hard we squint, no matter how much we avert our gaze, no matter how tightly we shut our eyes, they are still there, a constant and unyielding reminder of what cannot be undone. Our hands are splintered and bleeding. But we won’t give up. The days feel empty, the nights even emptier. It’s 3am and we’re wide awake, the darkness heavy and suffocating. They lay next to us, back turned, snoring softly. We want nothing more than to feel their arms around us, their heart beat against us, their lips against our ear as they whisper that everything will be okay. But they don’t. And so our eyes trace the mountains and valleys of their body as it rises and falls, and we wonder what they’re dreaming of. We wish that we could crawl inside their head and live there, just for a minute, just for long enough to know what’s going on inside. Dawn breaks and they’re awake. We turn, searching for something in their sleep-soaked eyes, in their cracked-lip smile, so close yet so far away. But we don’t find it. We fight against the sting of tears and we swallow down the lump in our throat and we smile through gritted teeth. We drag ourselves through the days, heavy-hearted and hollow, all the while questioning how we got here, here in this living hell. Miserable together, but happy not to be apart. 
Sometimes, there is nothing you can do to fix or change or control things. And the best thing you can do is to let things fall apart. Let your heart fall apart. Let your life fall apart. Let your dreams fall apart. And when the pieces hit the ground, leave them there. Leave them for long enough, and watch as the seeds of your pain begin to grow roots, begin to sprout, begin to flourish. You are where you are. And that is exactly where you need to be. 🌱✨ 
Happy Self-Care Sunday! Self-care isn't about being 'good' all of the time. Self-care can be a bubble bath, an early night, or a healthy meal. But it can also be a glass of wine. It can be a Netflix binge. It can be an overpriced meal at a fancy restaurant. It can be a boozy night out with your favourite people on the planet. Sometimes, a little bit of indulgence is the medicine that we need. It's all about balance. Because there is no light without darkness, there is no day without night, there is no summer without winter, there is no life without death, and there is no yin without yang. What have you done this week to care for yourself? 🧘♀️🌱🤲🌈🛀💅 
Nature is one of the greatest teachers, healers and medicines. And not only is it inherent to our survival, but it’s inherent to who we are. Nature is flux, nature is change, nature is rhythm, nature is beauty. And the seasons of our own lives are mirrored in the transition phases of dawn and dusk, of spring and autumn. So surround yourself with nature. For there you will find a space for resting, for reconnecting, for retuning and for recalibrating. “Look deeper into nature and you will understand everything better.” - Albert Einstein 🌱🌚🕊🌈✨ 
Happy Self-Care Sunday 🧘♀️🌱🤲🌈🛀💅 What have you done this week to care for yourself? 
Tonight the Equinox coincides with the Libra full supermoon. This rare cosmic coincidence represents a powerful shift in energy. It’s a period of regeneration, renewal and rebirth. It’s a time for re-evaluation, reflection, for releasing what no longer serves us, and for welcoming the new - new ideas, new perspectives, new ideas and new chapters. And as we enter the next astrological year, now is the perfect time to plant the seeds of intention. 🌚✨ 
You are going to have days where you still miss them. You are going to have days where you don’t want to get out of bed. You are going to have days where the memories haunt you. And you are going to have days where you question whether you’ll feel like this forever. But you won’t. Just because it feels like you’re going backwards doesn’t mean that you are. 🌱🌗