16/02/2026
As the Snake completes her final circle around my whole self,
I sit in stillness with all she has taken,
and all she has given.
She asked for lot, a lot more I thought I had.
She asked me to release the skins I outgrew
but still carried out of memory,
out of fear,
out of habit.
She asked me to meet myself
without the armour,
without the stories,
without the doubt I learned to call home.
And so I shed.
In quiet moments.
In tears that had no language.
In breaths that trembled between grief and relief.
She taught me that letting go is not loss —
it is return.
Return to intuition.
Return to truth.
Return to the body that always knew.
Embodiment in trust.
There were moments I felt stripped to bone,
but it was soul.
Soul does not pretend.
Soul remembers who you are.
And now, as the Horse approaches —
I feel her in my blood already.
Movement. Fire. Freedom.
A force that does not ask for permission to live fully.
But I honour the Snake first.
For her endings.
For her medicine.
For the quiet, sacred death of who I no longer am.
Nothing was wasted.
Nothing was against me.
Everything was initiation.
I sit here now — softer, clearer, more whole.
Grateful for what fell away.
Grateful for what remained.
Grateful for what is ready to run free.