Sometimes, something inside us needs to die—a part of us that no longer serves, that no longer belongs. And yet, we hold onto it, often for far too long. Then comes the breaking. The shattering. The darkness. It enters our lives, forcing us to face it, to let go of what no longer fits.
In that destruction, there’s a strange, quiet purpose. A clearing. A space where something new can take root. A space for magic to reveal itself. For us to open up. To receive. To reconnect.
It’s in these moments that we begin to remember. To regain the knowledge that has always been within us, quietly waiting to be rediscovered. Waiting for us to trust it again, to fall in love with it again. To peel back the layers and find what’s been hidden so deep.
And when we find it—when we touch that part of ourselves—there’s no other choice but to let it shine. To let it vibrate. To let it glow.
Sometimes, the dark is where we need to go. It’s where we are reborn. Where we rise out of what we thought we were, into who we truly are. Beyond our ego. Beyond what we believed was possible.
We rise. We dissolve the parts of us that kept us small. And in their place, we become something greater. Something connected. Interwoven with everything, everywhere. One with all that is.
– Miriam Herten