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After decay, The ground is abundantly fertile.

“Peacefully I watch my old reality fall away to make space for this new birth, and I open my cloak to you during this metamorphosis, knowing that it will mark a major change in your life, and that you will emerge transformed.”
~The Reaper

Energy cannot be created or destroyed. Things change. They transform. We experience this in the rhythm that the dance of death portrays. Finding the light in the dark. This is the way.

Life has a way of unraveling us. It dismantles carefully built structures and casts us into darkness just when we think we’ve found steady ground. At first, it feels cruel, as if we’re caught in the crosshairs of fate. But if you pause, if you listen—there’s a rhythm to it all. A dance.

I’ve been learning to move with it, this dance of light and dark, loss and rediscovery. It’s not about resisting the shadows, but leaning into them, allowing them to reveal their secrets. Because within every ending lies a seed of beginning, a quiet promise of transformation. Energy never truly disappears; it shifts, creating new patterns, new melodies.

In the midst of the darkest moments, I’ve found myself questioning everything: my purpose, my worth, my resilience. But I’ve also found answers in the strangest places—fragments of light peeking through the cracks. Pain isn’t just something to endure; it’s a teacher. Loss isn’t just something to grieve; it’s a portal.

If you’re here, in the thick of your own undoing, know this: you are not broken. You are becoming. The rhythm you feel is your own power calling you forward. Dance with it. Step into the unknown with trembling feet if you must, but step forward all the same. The light you seek isn’t out there; it’s within you, waiting to be unleashed.

Let My Tears Ricochet by Taylor Swift wash over you, a haunting anthem for those who’ve been burned yet refuse to let the fire consume them. Or find solace in Dua Lipa’s Love Again, a reminder that even in the ashes, love—whether for yourself or the world—can bloom anew.

This is the way, babes. Embrace the rhythm. Trust the dance.

LeiLaRein Grace