Yesterday, I shared words that came from a place of deep reflection. That wasn’t a message to send, it was a bits and pieces of a burn letter I am currently working on. A release. A closing of a chapter.
Burn rituals are something we practiced in rehab. We would write down the things we needed to let go of.. guilt, shame, resentment, attachments.. and we would watch them turn to ash. It wasn’t dramatic. It was grounding. It helped me then in ways I didn’t fully understand at the time.
So I’m returning to that practice now.
Not out of anger. Not to prove a point. But to release what no longer serves my healing.
Fire transforms. It doesn’t erase the past, but it changes its weight.
I have hope it will bring me peace again.. and maybe it can help some of you, too.
May what no longer serves us return to ash. May clarity rise in its place. 
