What’s Once Loved can Never be Lost
Orange Jasmine, Genetic Memories, and Casket of Past Lives
Namaste Readers,
I just wanted to say a huge thank you for being so patient with me. Your subscriptions and kind comments have been my rock, helping me stay afloat through my personal storms.
This essay might feel a bit disjointed and all over the place because I feel incoherent and scattered in both my body and brain. I have edited it for clarity and flow, but if some parts of my layered thoughts seem messy, I want you to know that I intended to present myself as I am, embracing the chaos as much as I love perfection. Strength is not always the absence of vulnerability.
“To live with courage, purpose, and connection—to be the person whom we long to be—we must again be vulnerable. We must take off the armor, put down the weapons, show up, and let ourselves be seen.”
- Brené Brown
I feel in my heart an ancient stirring of grief, of profound losses and collective pain. I feel the oblong body of bereavement encircling the planet as it ecli…