14/10/2025
The Ink of Impermanence
In the damp hush of the autumn forest, a single Shaggy Ink Cap rises — white and delicate, its frilled edges already softening into black.
By tomorrow, it will be gone.
And yet… in its melting, there is magic.
The mushroom doesn’t fight the change.
It becomes ink, surrendering its form back to the Earth —
a reminder that even endings can write new beginnings.
We, too, dissolve and reform a thousand times over.
Old selves fade. Dreams shift.
The person we were yesterday melts into the soil of our becoming.
Perhaps the Shaggy Ink Cap is here to teach us this:
That letting go is not losing,
but transforming.
That every moment we surrender to change,
we create a new kind of beauty —
a poem written in the ink of our own evolution.
So tonight, under the moon’s soft gaze,
I whisper this blessing for you:
“May you release with grace what no longer serves.
May your endings be gentle,
and your new beginnings written in light.”
