A tomb becomes a womb, and from stillness, life burst forth.
We must descend to rise, let go to grow, die to reborn.
Autumm carries this rhythm: from the dark to the light, from sacrifice to resurrection.
We will always spiral into new cycles of becoming.
The Earth sheds her skin every season, so do we.
Every resurrection myth whispers the same thing: you are coded for return, woven with serpentine DNA, built to break open and bloom again.
today sunday is the closure of Aries.