Confessions of a witch girl: beauty in the breakdown

I want to fall in love with my own impermanence.

I want the knowledge that one day my skin will sag and drip from my bones and become one with the earth to make me love the earth I currently live in, even more. I want the rain to wash away my skin and pour my flesh into the soil , facilitating the growth of the most beautiful wild flowers.

I want each flower to represent one of my most favourite and beautiful memories from the life I have lived. Each petal formed from the times that made my life worth living.

I want to experience life from the deepest core of my being, both the pain and the beauty, the shame and the love. I want the knowledge that one day my hair will be gray and my beauty will wain, to remind me to fully embody the beauty of my youth. I want to recognize that because of youths fleeting nature- it is even more beautiful. That the fear that one day it will fade is what creates beauties reverie.

I want my impermanence to be a gift. How can we take the things that frighten us and turn them into beauty?

How can the knowledge of our own demise remind us each day to live as if it was our last. Because it is. Today is your last time experiencing this particular day in this particular version of you.

Isn’t that incredible?

So in this way, each day can be seen as a new life and a new death and within that day, the soul of creation sings its song, and you are today’s most beautiful melody.