The love you once felt still exists. In the dirt. In the air. In the water. Under the sun and beyond the stars. Love never dies.

I have been in the depths of my own darkness for a little while now. I’ve been learning so much about my soul, my wounds, my desires & pleasures and passions and sorrows. I have met Hecate and transpired alongside Persephone & Hades. I have spoken to the goddesses, learned to make proper offerings and deeply trust in my intuitive gifts.

I have had a reoccurring thread through this life and others. A repeating loop of sorts. Some would call it karma. Others a coincidence. It has come at a price of leaving my older self behind, my stories and some love. But while I watch my death ritual, I couldn’t help but pour that love into honoring the story. The stories of us; the stories of past lives, loves, experiences, dreams, people, ancestors, the way things used to be…the list continues.

What was shown to me in a deep moment was that the love never dies. People return to the earth. She holds us and our energetics and our memories and our imprints. To remember that I stand upon the earth and breathe the air (albeit different now) and bathe in the water and dance under the same moon my past selves have; my old stories and legacies and lives I can touch and remember. She carries me. She carries my love. My stories. My remembrance.

What a gift; to experience all of you.