09/25/2025
For those of you who have been around here for a while, it won’t be unfamiliar to hear that the first rain after a storm awakens something deep within me. And I think its petrichor.
The scent of petrichor - the pleasant smell that rises when rain touches dry earth….. earth meeting sky, soil drinking in what it has longed for - reminding us that change is rarely tidy. That its actually often damp, unsettling at first, and heavy before it softens into renewal. And for me, alive with possibility.
Much like our own healing, the transition from loosening our grip on what was to welcome what is becoming can feel fairly disorienting.
The dry ground receives the rain and BOOM - hitting us like last night’s thunderstorm washing away old patterns - stirring up the soil and preparing for new root growth.
Growth sometimes asks us to sit in the mud, to trust that the soil is doing its quiet work beneath the surface.
We’re not separate from this rhythm - we give back to the earth with every exhale, and she offers us her steadiness in return.
🌱Our discomfort makes space for new roots
🌱Our intentionality shapes what blooms next
So if you find yourself in the in-between, unsettled by the storm of transition - remember petrichor. Allow the scent of newness to bring beauty in its very messiness. And know that you’re becoming, that the earth inside you is shifting.